Lyrics:
She don't talk, she fuck good, she don't get mad at me
One thing about me see I'm WestSide representative
I be wit primates talkin business wit gorilla
are plotted over grams and rocks
Outlaws motherfuckers die by the random shots
We all die in the end, so revenge we swore
I was all about my ends, fuck
in da Vv
Why they speakin on gang they been talkin a lot
Gotta live by my name I been itchin to flock
Walk up let it flame leave his brains on the spot
She say she like real niggas 5x
Ain’t really never been a bougie nigha /I ain’t never stressed bout no coochie nigha / I be good I be great I be
I let god in my soul
I been getting high every night I fly wit the crows
I set fire to the coast on the westside
And I get by like the most
Nigga
juss filled up with anger
Said i threw that Christian Dior on the floor, ian use no hanger
Said da westside by da best side, da soufside that's my side
that I been enduring
Ima run yo ass over in a foreign
I just wanted to be treated fairly
By my counter parts but this getting boring
On my birth
On the side across the line aiming back at me
Counting 4,5,6 let em fly, let em fly
Bullets fly by quick, take me down, shoot me out, yea, yea
Face down
I was 12 years old
Just 12 years old
12 years old, on my way to Little League practice
And every day a man stand by the road with a brown bag wavin'
even run it by me
Being a real nigga ain't no hobby
I been like that
Run up on him by myself like
"Aye where your pipe at"
Nigga must be insane, he tried
Stick to nine to fives keep your head down honey
Let me give you what you really deserve
Talked to your dad last night and that man got nerve
Thinking
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
whip with cocaine
Get shot and then go on the anklet (boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope
Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, niggas tasteless
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
with diamonds... limo service
Big Continental Lincoln bringin' me to LAX
Fans by the millions, catrillions
Tickets sold about two million
At the Great
Uh huh Uh huh 5 (five) 1 (one)
Real shit nigga
Yo, nigga say somethin' slick
You'll get slapped for that
Niggas schemin' on some jewels
You'll get
can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money
can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five boroughs
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money
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