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Won't you come around to my side of town

So I can show you how the real shit goes down

Where the, neighbors complain of how the gunsmoke lingers

And lifes are taken with the flex of a finger



[D-Wyze]

D-Wyze is, drastic, the overlord in supreme rhymes

From the streets, sounds of a true mic fiend

I grab my dick two times for niggaz loafin on mine

If the punks got beef I gots to go for mine

Oakland's the city - I represent my heart and domain

From the barber to the rap is how I got my fame

Brothers is bad-asses, skipped all my high school classes

It turned out massive - now this kid is spinnin on plastic

Got niggaz, locked on my skills cause I'm givin 'em more

I spark the phil' with my man Bill on Jackie's top shop floor

Five-oh is hittin - it's drivin black brothers insane

Judges is givin three strikes, for the rock cocaine

Down with Mo Nitty (sup Mo) fuckin around got caught up in the city

So now it's, hear no evil, see no evil none is done

Two minimum misdemeanor for a small handgun

It's a buddha, but you know, that shit ain't real

For my brothers locked down y'know I know how you feel

But now I'm free!  My revolution's appeared

I'm with the B.U.M.S., two rappers to fear

From fifty-fifth to Fleming, I'm leavin ALL niggaz tremblin



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[E-Vocalist]

I reminisce - when heavy artillery was a bat

But now out on the flats action's regulated by a gat

(Break yo'self fool) Five-oh attack explorin cracks like Magellan

In Alameda County there's a bounty on brothers that's sellin

Carry three felons it's twenty-five when the gavel drop

If not they plot, peep the covert ops

Take your drugs and guns, but leave your money to recop

Figurin - involvement with drugs will maintain

Now every day in my neighborhood's like a chess game

Playin for high stakes I smoke to keep my mind straight

Cause checkmates can mean ill fate (right)

While the number dead increases with the (farenheit)

In Oakland sunlight one might find means for relaxation

While fiends pray to the streets like crack's the salvation

(In the belly of the streets) ten years of incubation

My culture, provides me with the strength to face the nation



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