Lyrics:
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
Cents.
From Shabz 2 Benz,
From Cheddar 2 Cheeze,
Trying to Pay The Rent.
I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keys, gats for enemies,
Freeze, hund
v9
98 gang im homerton living SLATT
GET bent by my kitchen, back roads this ding dong spinning
see him ,Ching it, my young boys did it
how's he
time it would be aight
But tha group done checked around when ya on tha westside
Put my foot to tha flo, doin bout eighty five
Hit Fairview, headed
The cold world that we in, is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game
Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench (hey,
she follow up with a head
That's her soul to take
She never met a nigga, that stood on his shit
Who was able to make a dollar
Out a couple cents
Who
[Intro/Chorus x2]
Back by popular demand
Doin what?
Goin each and every place with a mic in my hand
Who are you?
Tha emcee letting you know what I'm
Koľko odvahy, toľko strachu, koľko srandy, toľko plaču
Divil by si sa, čo v takom malom meste môžeš začuť
Boli spoty, kde som občas radšej nosil čiapku
and North Star from down in the Westside
KnowwhatImean?
Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit over
YouknowImean?
Think we don't need no Shaolin cats
your whole click like Kaiser
In the streets of Prazza, the Westside of niggas
Ain't expects, smellin' like cannibus
Can't nothin' handle this
[LIL' STRETCH]
What's that? A little funky shit
Ah, yeah
Oh yeah, check it out
Ah yeah
[LIL' STRETCH]
I'm comin' straight from the Five nigga
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
Haters wanna war, war with we (We)
None never brave enough to confront we (We)
Five of dem come, Elephant kill three (Three)
Scare dem motherf**kers
Fake friends all around me I
Don't trust these niggas I'm all
By myself I'm all by myself
Fake friends all around me I
Don't trust these niggas I'm
up on the curve
We hitting corners out here doing dirt
Look homie you ain't heard we'll put you in a hearse
Ey park life foo this westside four five
the heart don't drop across
That line, its jungles where snakes roam
Where the hate come from
Where they steal from their moms
Where kids get shot by stray
beater by the second and we always hit all net
By the gross is what we net, I think Nike sending checks
Like gymnast gotta flex, I’m on the westside hit up
crib like propane with no flame
Sparking rockets aim in really bout to blow hi
24 hi on the fire when i blow by
From the westside but i never had a low
it's to a bag I fuck around and catch the greyhound
From where the biggest gun activity is by a playground
Scenary nice but in the distance you hear K
to different stages, lights and dreams
Different mistakes that was made during the time of the struggle
Two pits unleashed, but held by one muzzle
It's
(Jazze)
Yeah, W-J-I-V-E radio
You damn right we jam
The phone lines are ringin off the hook
But I'm not gon awnser them 'cause I don't wanna hear
Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them niggas carry chrome and the best die
Where we push up in the corners that we fight for
the Westside, where they kill guys
Yeah red dots, headshot, yeah
Big 45, by my side, oh yeah
You get flipped up like a sidekick
I'm from 6-5, where they, yeah
Do
more operations, huh (ah)
Tana Talk 4, I'm handin' out raw
You in the slammer by law, I never abandon my boy
They askin' am I street? My track record
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