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Going to the pound, free all my dawgs
Above that sh**, so we Above the law
f** that talk, don't f** with the squad
Supplies to buy the whole f**in mall
f** 9-11, I know just who to call
I'm f**in ball, just free my damn dawgs
My dawgs from the trap didn't do crap
Get locked up, like n***a what hap
My dawgs ain't cats, so they ain't goin rat
They lock him up, ‘cause he was sellin crack
But like you, he was just tryin to make living
Selling d** to all the way to steady pimpin
Westside JV, lean in the cup steady sipping
5 d**hs, two years yeah we might be slipping
And a lot of us, more of us locked up
Get shot, bleeding call the f**in trap doctor
The streets are my father, but no foster
No Vader, but it's still define as a monster
J-Ville streets can't get no hotter
Can't count how many we slaughter
Got that lean drink in my damn cup
She say I'm a cheater; Player of the month
But sh**, the play-off's ‘bout to come up
Even Mr. October didn't really give a f**
Gotta keep shootin, naw we'll never be done
And look g**nin will never be fun
Lookin at the wrong end of the gun