The Maze

[Verse 1]

Bloods kill blood, Crips kill crips

Mexicanos kills bloods, everybody trips

The weed ain't workin, so we all take sips

Road rage, 9 millis, 7 in the clip

L.A., L.A. where have you gone

It used to be a time when we had it full grown

Now it's, more killin'm, like its no more chillin'

Worried ex-dope dealers, paranoid villians

Pissed off nigga shoots the shit out of a kid

Gunnin' at the cops 'til they open up his fuckin' lid

We ride or die til we really fuckin' die

You know hes goin', you can see it his eyes

So, drink a forty when you hoped he could be saved but

Tomorrow party with a hole up in his braids what?

Ain't no love up in the city

It's only hatin' faces

You should appologize

That way you won't catch cases

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[Verse 2]

Now, if you kill a rapper you'll never get caught

Yes, I am a rapper and I always fought

I fought for what was right

Now I gotta bitches and niggaz hatin' me because I'm outta sight

And I taste just like castor oil to you

But I'm not a bitter person, pass the rolls to you

Hit the blunt, it'll pass the spoils to you

Wake your brain up, that's what is spose to do

Now, Black Tone keep me off with spruce blonde

I'm a send chicken coup over there

Cause Barbara Bird got 2 blocks

I ain't studyin' you dumbies cause I got

2Pac bangin' off in my cassette deck, I'm a shut up

Gangstas die faster than teachers

And I can see the whole game from under the bleachers

Guess a whole lot of mad rappers walkin' around Los Angeles

But, I ain't one of 'em. I'm just a son of one of 'em

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