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Sign Up 24th to 32nd Stoneda5th Lyrics About Comments 11 See rap shows near Los Angeles Get tickets as low as $25 24th to 32nd Lyrics [Intro: Lil JayRollin] Westside, nigga, this Lil JayRollin, cuz Shout out my young nigga S5 and [?] I love you cuz, [?], nigga You already know, on the dead homies, cuz [Verse 1: Stoneda5th] 24 [?], we well-known for hoppin' out on feet I know a couple opps that told, but they still walk the streets Five-seveN Ruger take his soul if he bang UFC [?], run my fades before I went to sleep See an opp, burn him up, they can't walk the main line The homie told me he was facing time, we was on FaceTime Every time they diss the gang, another opp die We know the truth, you told the truth when they offered you life 5.57 hit his head and got stuck in his skull If they slide, you gon' choke, free Grimey Dawg, free the Locs YTB don't hang with brokes, I've been tryna tag a toe I've been tryna up the score, if we trippin', we ain't do it He can't be from where I'm from, we ain't doin' recruitings If they spinnin' 'round this block, ain't no duckin', we shootin' Infant squabble anybody, ain't no picking and choosing He was dissing for attention, so he died by his self Gave him thirty-three shots 'cause he kept yellin' I had to run fades in the pit, ain't no backpedaling We all had straps, CRASH burnt us and we all bailed The homie got booked for a body, couldn't post no bail I ain't worried 'bout havin' friends, we all dyin' by ourself Another opp died, it's a cold bummer Shut the garage, light him up, gave him cold thunder Ain't worried 'bout you bitches, you bitches basic Gang slidin' by myself, don't need an allegation Everybody not your friend, gotta keep your distance I ain't want a scope, done hopped out for my first mission Glock 26, I'ma do life, I end up slippin' 44.6K Charlie Puth 'Hero' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified  NOW PLAYING    [Chorus: TC4] Ayy, gang slidin', hit that block, then make that left Where are these niggas at that be sayin' fuck the set? Pull up on my opp bitch, she know she come with a check You ain't never slid or did shit, you get no respect Ayy, gang slidin', hit that block, then make that left Where are these niggas at that be sayin' fuck the set? Pull up on my opp bitch, she know she come with a check You ain't never slid or did shit, you get no respect [Verse 2: TC4] We ran that nigga out the set, but you still hangin' with him It's politics with any nigga, ain't no favoritism You seen an opp and ain't do shit, why you bangin', nigga? They peace treatin', that's the reason I don't hang with niggas Ayy [?] this shit get lonely And if you really want my head, you gotta come show me I got it on me, you get- I barely fight my homies And I been fucked up in the head since they took Goldy Game time, we drop shells, lookin' like the beach Nigga ask me where I'm from, West Coast, 30th Street We had to X some niggas out, can't let myself sink I had a dream I chased you down, now I feel like Meek And we be posted at the park, but we don't like to play I'm twenty-one, but I be always yellin' 30s Gang And if they catch me with my brother, still don't know his name Play dumb and get to actin' like I'm Marlon Wayans

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