(feat. Virginya Slim) [Intro: Virginya Slim & Crooked I] Yeah.. Death Row, baby (Death Row!) Heavy hitters Uh-uh (Yeah) (Why am I?) Crooked I (Yeah) (
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, that I thug wit kill Pop to tha chest how does it feel and nigga we peel caps Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back Killin' I'm buckin' 'em down, I
' cuz I signed with tha Row So what? Y'all been tryin' to stop mine on the low I climb in the fo' Let the glock pop... nine in a row If I catch you after
in '94, '95, ?96 I keep it real, I stick to the script girl I gotta get my riches, money over bitches [Verse 3: Crooked I] I grab my dick and say girl
my glock glock Mo thugs whats up nigga get dropped Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now Nigga that I thug wit' kill Pop to tha chest how does
cuz I signed with tha Row So what? Y'all been tryin' to stop mine on the low I climb in the fo' Let the glock pop... nine in a row If I catch you after
and I put that on my row chain nigga, when I see you I'm knocking you out biotch [Chorus x2] Oh the real, the row Oh the real, y'all hoes [Eastwood
] [Verse 2:] I'm beginnin to think this world is at it's full peak but believe I ain't considerate with my own conception I seek the light but still
