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(R.I.P Eazy-E) That westside (Capo), that city where them tec's fly (Dipset)
We ride in that westside (eastside), that no seeds in our stress side (let's ride)
Jim Jones swervin, I got that purple I'm blowed
Tight grip on the Escalade pole
Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll
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