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Land of the heinous, gang bangers and cold heat
In Los Santos neighbors get no sleep
Beefing with anybody competing even police
For deepin' a green rag with both feet
Blast wit' a flag on the strap, that's OG!
Stay in shape hit the gym lift the weights
Super cut and big and buff nice and straight
You got stats, respect, weapon skill
Stamina, muscle, fat and sex appeal
You get clothes from Binco, and Prolaps, Suburban, Zip, Victim and D-Sach
Watch yo back when them rival hoods they'll test just to guess at your survivor skill
Ducking shells at the Cluck-N-Bell
Jump up, bust a gun until they tuck they tail
It seems like I'm on impossible missions
Twisted predicaments, hostile positions
Tenpenny and Pulaski harass me cops cars been on our ass the last past week
Cause the 'Dreas is full of gangsters homeboy hands is the language for the bangers homeboy
And it's dangerous homeboy
Get your brains 'fore how you do yo fingers homeboy