Now that a nigga's seen money, shit I can smile and laugh I got 20's on my bentley An iron cage in front of my pad And I still mean muggin Throw up west-side in my photo shoot And got TV's, 20's and DVDs in my photo coupe Got a stash spot in the airbag For when the po-po's snoop Steady mobbin on the killa route With the bads like pride gin n juice I'm split proof With the bulletproof and the gin n juice Still mash with the men in blue And stay strapped down with a mac-10 or two Now how you wanna do it? We can get muddy and bloody I'ma still count cash, count crass In the middle of the street whoopin niggas ass I'm west bound crowned by 50 pounds thats how I do it On the phone with your wife While ya gettin beat down that how I do it I'm a mastermind in crime I cause disaster with one 9 Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head one time So think twice before you gaffle One pellet to the big apple All your names in one bag Were pullin death tickets like a raffle
[Chorus] X 4 Bitch, I'm a rider for death Slide with a tek-9 for respect And a nigga that step gets stepped with a tek So it's best you ride with a vest Homicide be the best bet For the real life with the best threats Surprise, with a tek full of teflons It's westside for death
Yeah yeah war, 9, give it to em Hit the men in blue and I send it to em Let off the deaf one full of teflons Hollowtips spittin straight through em Niggas scream one never seen one Send a mini 14 in the street low With no remorse of course I aim The tip of torch and I scream go Haven't you ever heard of a straight killa? One that makes really quick to break a nigga Fuck fake niggas and ? nigga Leave em abandoned and stranded Hit, by chrome cannon And he bucked and bucked and kicked Like a bull from the next planet They wanna see me talkin bout thug law You a cinderella quick to scrub floors Behind your car door in the war And you've got a 44 Catch me in a four-door range Wicked language with blowed brains With Compton's revered And a east-side ridah no brains This west coast mafia til death do us part I don't step on no mark I let the Smith & Wesson bark Who you are? Nigga you just a bitch in my book You snitch, and couldn't shook Cus you done bit the hook
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Ain't no nigga gon' step on my toes Without gettin bullet holes through his car door Or a broken nose, they say I'm hostile But I'm just raised bloccstyle Don't ever want it nigga, never put my glock down I'm from the town where house parties be known for crackin For 10 minutes, then it happen, niggas cappin and scrappin Then sideways off the block, gang signs out the window And it's fuck all cops, cus I hit the sherm with the indo Now, I'm superman and I'm quick to shoot a man If it's teflon, I send a teflon through his chest bones I'm out for manslaughter, must I test the water? I got heat that explodes and implodes like Pearl Harbor The hood is like a mini-war, them little ??? Now I bang a gang, that I remain to kill lethal Gets critical and it's pitiful Cus money is all I'm in it for In the hood on one knee Strap in my hand yellin what that infoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
