[King Tee]
  Well it's the musically drunken King Tee, with the fifth of funk
  Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
  I've been around since the days of the Sugarhill groove
  Bust it out with "Act a Fool"
  When I was seventeen, made some mad-ass green
  Bought a six-fo' and some more gold things
  Had to play the part for the G's on the block
  so I bought a blue rag, bought a black glock
  Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid
  The Westside of Compton over where the dead laid
  On (?) and Central, where niggaz get mental
  for a dollar, makin punk niggaz holla
  I used to kick it on my front porch, drinkin some 'gnac
  while the homies stripped cars in the back
  Lifestyles of the short and broke
  Ain't worried bout shit, cause I'm a down ass loc
  
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  So break the nigga off when you come to my hood
  Cause the little B.G.'s, is up to no good
  Jackin motherfuckers for they Dana Dane's
  Got 'em jumpin out they shit like the House of Pain
  
  [King Tee]
  Yeah, a young man with the grown man's gun
  Tryin to stay full while he's livin in the slum
  I used to bang on fools like I was goin insane
  from a notorious Compton gang
  It's King Tee, strapped "IV Life"
  Cause I don't trust niggaz, I use the middle finger for the trigger
  Ease back, watch bullets, flock through the sky
  for the homies that died, and don't know why
  It's the crazy motherfucker with the hot-ass tec
  Makin hard niggaz hit the deck
  Lifestyles of the short and broke
  Ain't worried bout shit, cause I'm a down ass loc
  
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