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Жанры : west coast rap bay area oakland west coast rap

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(They don`t get any bigger than this)
(Ain`t no half-steppin)
(They don`t get any bigger than this)
(Ain`t no half-steppin)
(They don`t get any bigger than this)
(Ain`t no half-steppin)
(Till you get to Colombia)
(Ain`t no half-steppin)

[ VERSE 1: Richie Rich ]
This one is dedicated to the posse
The founder, the author of `Niggas Just Jock Me`
The DJ Daryl who cuts so sweet
Fuck the bullshit, the man makes beats
The Jigga, the gee, the J, the E, the D
My road dog, the man Slick Money
415 complete, that`s it
A new year`s resolution to make hits
`89 my pen and paper were taxed
But see in `90, my shit is comin on wax
Money put together right, so we could use it
Talent so damn tight, we make music
Loc, a mic artist, straight sinister
DJ Daryl on the cut, the Prime Minister
The J the E the D, straight lethal
But in the `90s he`s goin legal
Those who don`t know will soon be realizin
That the crew is just 41Fivin

[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ]
(Ain`t)

[ VERSE 2: Richie Rich ]
415 is the code to the Eastside
So if you`re not strong, fold to the weak side
Loc`s got the ammo, I ride the tank
Daryl does the cuttin and JED packs the bank
All from the Oaktown, but different spots
Don`t catch a bullet, punk, it`s way hot
The stage belongs to the crew that`s on it
So think about the funk before you say that you want it
Because we came to do a show and we do it legit
And we packed along a posse just to kill up shit
See, a joke is a joke, like pullin a plug
You catch a hot one when you`re fuckin with a thug
We don`t play that shit, we believe in survival
But we`ll cold catch a murder beef when we`re 41Fivin

[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ]
(Ain`t no half-steppin)
(1-2-3-4)

[ VERSE 3: D-Loc ]
Hey yo, kick back, take a seat, let a big mack
Put some muthafuckin game to the dope track
I don`t mean to interrupt, but yo Rich
I gotta put some shit to this dope cut
Cause I`m a lyricist, I`m on a risin
Here to let em know I be 41Fivin
Step up or press up, you might mess up
The program, because the Locster is fed up
I`m on a mission to give em what they`re missin
And tell you what you`re lackin, boy, I mean business
Stupid muthafuckas play me close, but hell no
I couldn`t be touched even if you tried to bumrush
A rat pack, niggas better step back
Steppin to the Locster and gets jacked
That`s how it is when you`re fuckin with me
But much worse when you`re fuckin with the 415 posse
I just limp like a pimp, grab my dick
Wobble to the phone, then call up Rich
I tell him like this: "Yo, I got some funk
So page Slick Money and meet me at the studio"
DJ Daryl`s with me with no delay

Rich pulls up with a trunk full of throwaways
We slap the clip in the nine, now the punchline
Ran up on the enemies and started 41Fivin

[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ]
(Ain`t)

(Shot his wife and her lawyer)

[ VERSE 4: D-Loc ]
Time to break east, I hear sirens
Man, I hate those punk police
I`m finna lounge in the cut and duck one
I popped his ass and that was just for fun
That`s what the muthafucka get for playin a role
He stepped to me and then I ran up his asshole
Now I got a murder beef, they can`t catch me
I`m on the loose in the Oakland streets
Hustlin, and man, it ain`t easy
So a nigga like me gets greedy
I need all I can get, no bullshit
I won`t stop until I feel the muthafuckin ???
If that mean straight killin and jackin
Robbin and stealin - well hey, that`s what`s happenin
See, I don`t bite the tongue for no one
I ain`t lyin, I`m just 41Fivin

[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ]
(Ain`t no half-steppin)

(They don`t get any bigger than this)

[ *DJ Daryl cuts up* ]
(4) (1) (5 minutes of funk)

[ VERSE 5: Richie Rich ]
Yo Loc, I hate police, and that`s treacherous
I`m on the run too but man, they ain`t catchin us
I got too many bitches in the Oakland streets
Use for hide-outs when I sense the heat
See, a murder ain`t shit when a brother stays packin
Loose on the streets, gettin his money on stackin
Sucker wanna run up, cowards, you get popped
I`m on a rampage and can`t be stopped
And the one who tries, to the dirt he`ll be divin
Cause Double R don`t joke when he`s 41Fivin

(These singers, man, I tell you)

[ VERSE 6: D-Loc ]
Rich, I`m in the game, man, all about stackin
Rollin with the posse at night but I`m packin
Can`t turn my back for niggas tryin to gat me up
Cause on the real tip, I don`t give a fuck
Never mind the name, just admit it
I`m a mack to the heart, so come with it
Nigga, be down to astound the world
You won`t be shit if you don`t pimp the `white girl`
Sellin dope is basically what I`m sayin
I`m comin up cause muthafuckas keep payin
For my product, cause yo, I gives a fuck about a job
Artist workin 9 to 5 hardest
I make more in a day than you a month
You can do the same, but you`re scared of the game, punk
Broke bastard need to be strivin
Like me, or 41Fivin

(It`s good to see you back again)

(You know too much to live!
- I wasn`t going to saying anything!)
(I) (I wasn`t going to say anything!)
(I told em nothing!)
(I) (I told em no-)
(I told em nothing)
(Please don`t ??? him, don`t ??? him, please)
( *screams, laughter* )
(It was so sick)
(Be guided by what he says)

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