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Yeah, who dis? Yo, this Hutch man, oh, what's up? What up nigga, what's happenin'? Yeah, check this out I ain't even in right now, ah, so leave a message at the beap I'll get back, peace, yo what's up man, it's me, man Pick up the phone, nigga It's Hutch man, what's up? Hey, what's up dog? Hey nigga what time is, man? Hey, I don't know, man, I'm just sayin' man, I was just callin' To see what's poppin', man, what's goin' down Nigga I'm about to rest, dog Aww, man Saturday n shit and you talkin' about rest? Man, what you talkin' about I was at that motherfuckin' studio nigga, all night Man let's go get some 40s, bitches, somethin' man, do somethin' Hey, hey, fuck, what you gonna do Aw, aw it's like Ren, Ren what's up? Aw nigga, gonna hang up on a nigga, shit Come on and step on in, no turnin' back While I drop shit that have your mind turnin' black Nigga, I break God damn necks, when I drop verses And blind your sight from the shit that I recite Live from Compton it's Saturday night But ain't no joke, 'cause I don't play that shit Niggaz you know I ain't no motherfuckin' comic Droppin' street knowledge, plus a nigga Islamic Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a fuck But that shit don't be workin' When I'm rollin' in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel For real and bitch-made-niggaz get they caps peeled When I walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe As if you didn't know, now that you know nigga act like you knew And if you continue trippin', motherfuck you I'm walkin' with my niggaz with the help of 187 on this tight ass track So step the hell back and you can't afford to sleep Because my shit gets deep Okay, time for me to rustle more shit, represent to the fullest Every time that I'm spit, get cha lit Get cha lifted, get cha high as you wanna go Breakin' fools off that wanna floss your gold 'Cause I hate flossers and I hate braggers I hate short stoppers and I hate laggers On the real, niggaz be wanna free kick it pass So they can beat your shit and jack your ass I give 'em 187 times to try But on the real, they better off committin' suicide Slide me the tech Ren, so I can show 'em That I'm not to be trusted and not to be fucked with And definitely not that motherfucker They wanna press they luck with I keep it goin' uncut and if I get mad enough I shoot they whole fuckin' set up And don't say I didn't warn ya It ain't funny when you be a victim by the corner 187 be the gate keeper 'Cause where I'm from, the shit gets deeper My shit gets backed up for days and days It's hard to sleep, my shit is too deep Well, how in the hell am I gonna deal with new niggaz That be comin', hollerin' wolf and ain't put out shit yet Rollin' down the street in my 4 5 0 Throwin' wack niggaz shit out my window 'Cause rarely do I see niggaz that be comin' with that funky ass shit That make you say fuck ay, go shoot a nigga down But here comes that black nigga that they call Ren Makin' niggaz go and act crazy again Niggaz be fuckin' fools for the hell of it Some down old niggaz better not come this way 'Cause I just don't give a fuck 'Cause I get in a baby gangsta mode Bitch slappin' niggaz with my fist 'Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist But my roots in the street Killin' playa haters over some wicked ass beats Me and my niggaz come and get your ass Then me and my niggaz beat up on that ass 'Cause me and my niggaz, nigga love the creep When the shit gets deep, it gets deep