[Speedy Loc]
Ever since a youngsta I was gang related
The Norte Cama Islands I was affiliated
At a very young age I was down for mine
Throwin` up the 1-4 fuckin` every time
We beat them vatos down in them old days
It was hella crazed in the barrio I was raised
So we packed the gat in this town that I`m at
Decoto Killafornia where their homies be strapped
We rolled hella deep
Cuatro carros on the creep
Lookin` for a scrapa `bout to put him to sleep
Cuz us Norteсos love to put in work
Kill a fuckin` scrap and leave his ass in the dirt
And then they wonder
Why they goin` up under us
Sport the wrong color
Get you hit like thunder
Until my death I hold my rag up high
I`ll be a Norteсo til the day I die
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Straight northsider and we`re buckin` `em down
End it til I die representin` Dodge Town
Two Decoto loc`s coming from the bay
Where scrap killins` all day everyday
[Bandit]
Yo just touchdown from the bay
See for silly
West Coast riders now I know you`re feelin` me
We struggle done hit the streets
Structure comin` through
You sellin` dope
You better be sellin` for my crew
Mind straight
Conteplatin` on how and to clock a grip
Northside soldiers behind the walls
They claim we don`t slip
I gots Young Speedy by my side
Now I`m ready to ride
We`re in the camarada studio representin` northside
I`m known to take no shit
And settle petty issues
Call one shot and make your own folks diss you
Rippin` tissue
We`ll leave your body twitchin` punk
Blood just spittin` up
Whole team of killers
Three strike candidates
So there ain`t no givin` up
Slept two hours this weak
Prayin` to the gods til my lyrics peak
Somethin` to the fake players in the game
Lying to pull a ho
East Bay Gangster I know you know my name bro
Bandit, a real killer from the bay
No love for D-O`s that`s what I`ll say
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[Speedy Loc]
Now look into the eyes of killa on the realla
Northside ridah creepin` wit the milla
Jackin` scrilla
Red hangin`, norteсo bangin`
Who-ridin` on these scraps and slangin`
I ain`t never been a punk
So just take a trip through Decoto Killafornia
Where we pack them clips in
You can catch us hella deep up in the low-ride
Creepin` through the bay throwin` up northside
And I`ll be puttin` it down from Decoto to Oaktown
Back to Frisco, San Jo, and Richtown
And every north city that`s all flamed up
Where they`re ready to buck and cut and not give a fuck
Cuz in that east bay scraps are straight gettin` stuck
Shanked like a mutha fucka thrown in the cuts
And we be doin` dirt and these sur`s can`t stand it
It`s me Speedy Loc and that older homie Bandit
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