[Verse 1]
You know me, S-H-A-D-O-W, Amichi Park crazy
You fakes be perpin on the daily making me laugh

Mad cause you ain't getting payed off my $$#
Ounce in the stash when I mash through your area
In a sling shot, blowing smoke, I ain't scared of ya

Throwing up the hood whether you like it or not
Boy I'm never falling off, (*##$ I'm staying on top
We chopping it up, weighting it and wrapping it up

Serving every single tweeker on your block, now what
Gangbanging don't stop, nope
Every damn day there's a new fool backing it up

So are you in it or not, do you think you got the balls
To wear a blue rag and hit your name up on the wall
Laws were meant to be broken

So when you come around here, act straight or get smoken

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It's Mr. Shadow, comming from Diego
If youse a gangsta, then come a bang with me (yaow)
It's Mr. Shadow, comming from Diego

In California we do this everyday (yaow)

[Verse 2]

When I ride, I ride like there ain't no tomorrow
Brown Pride Till the day I Die is the matto
I'll shank you with a broken bottle

!#@* Respect, you get checked
When you mess with San Diego's best
Law low in the west

Young homies put to test
And lay a punk mother$#&@er to rest
Please believe it, leave it alone or get cracked in the dome

Jacked in the zone, I'm daring you (*##$es to bring it on
I hit the bong and hold it in, fool I play to win
And can't no peity-minded-ass-(*##$ stop this mexican

Hell naw, I refuse, I had, I been and will always pay my dues
Imma 6-1-9 fool, can't no mother$#&@er change that
I'm that fool that'll brake in where you stay at

Pay your $$# a visit *knock-knock-knock* who is it
A bald fool, a @@#!ed strap, and blood ??


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[Verse 3]

You can catch me and E smokin' a dub
Topped off in the cadillac flipping you off
Hitting three on you flees as we bend around the corna

This is g %#@! straight outta Kill-afornia
From a down South soldier, a woop town member
A sick dog from the sixth day of September

Fool you better back up, If you can't take the heat
Then get the hell outta the hood mother$#&@er
Tuck your chair you $#&@ing with the big dogs

Pit-boss making all you jealous haters lick balls
Your the first to fall, I'm the Last Man Standing
It's a war in the ghetto gotta come through blasting

Smoke cronic no matter where I'm at
You can call it what you want, but I stay high like that
I fly like that, walk through the sky like that

All day an all night now where my gangstas at?

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