Slaughterhouse - LBC lyrics

Peel the rag off my 650
Welcome to Crip City, riding to Makaveli
Tripping on how he dissed Biggie
With the bitch semi in the stash
Tempt me, I get busy on your ass
Sipping Henny as I smash
Creep in and drive in, know it's wrong
Where I'm from
Ngas die in the blink of an eye
We don't think of surviving
On the brink of extinction
You think I'm jiving we ain't sinking
We diving head first when you
Get the bread first
Hoes, flagging down Crooked's car
On the boulevard, my ngas call it the
Where them shooters are like dammit
They pull your car
Even a play around, he getting bullet scars
Bitches having kids early
Grammas by their mid-30s
Raising their grandkids, I mean really though
Twerking on a World Star video
Just seen a hoe at the
Needed a hot combo and a lot of silly hoe
Acting like a hundred dollar bill is a mill
Bitches get you killed

Ngas runnin your spot for
The activis and pills
Plus they always trying to jack the
Latest rapper with a deal
Bodies being found on
Laying with their heads turned off
Police, they blame Long Beach