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ya'll missin sumhtin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..
ya'll misin sumthin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..


they shot at ma cuzzin now we bussin our niggas till i live my life, till it ends, i may get shot, i may get blood claught in ma brain, till im insane...that was then this is now...im thinkin im in heaven...how? they ask me if i have shead a tear, i said no, i shead blood, with ma thugs..down in tha east..and tha motha fukaz in tha west...if u still wanna be a thug, with ma bullet proof vesst, give a thug a shot in tha arm, sound off tha alarm, then thats wut happens in reality...then i got shot...

ya'll missin sumhtin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..
ya'll misin sumthin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..

i miss tha good ol' days wit nwa and ma niggas in the hood with ma 9mm pistol shootin up tha niggaz with a 5 dollar bill in there hand, i killed my own fan..my nigga, chapman, got shot in tha chest, he was not the best, he worshiped me, he got it good, if only i was in my hood...just kuz i cant provide the right shit fo my motha, i got a shit for a life, in heaven, its scary in this shit....you only get one shot at bein a true gangsta, not a mutha fukin wangsta, its time to start makin sum motha fukin changes arund this shit...then you get shot...

ya'll missin sumhtin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..
ya'll misin sumthin up here....
im missin ma niggaz down in califonia..


.....yea...shootin up that mother fuker, got that shit..
...yea, like the good old days....