Lyrics:
afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five beers I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
slip away through an I.V
We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up
You can't stop
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, Five
Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at?
Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?
Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at?
Where my real
pies, ten cars, five drives, ten bars, fi-fi
That's fifty-five thou, sha-na-na, bye bye
My fittings touched tailored, joined by Chuck Taylors
untouchable, in the skies are the limit
Yo, some people husslin' because then can't make rent
They 9-5 makin' them 95 dollas and 10 cents
(Yo people all
on six-thirty-five
Headed back to your home
We could prolly even hit the south-side
Or we can slide round to the grove with it
Too many patnas I got
Got gas selling by
sterbenskrank (Kid)
Überall Versager wie mein Werdegang
Gangster von der Westside (yeah)
Kickdown, gib ihm, snitch nicht, snitches get stitches (Stitches)
God damn, what time is it homie?
She's supposed to be here by now!
(Hey, hey I ain't tryin' to diss nigga
But your grandmom is a crazy
Ass bitch
to share
Rather eat by myself
So they looking at me all salty
I learned to cut hair
So I could buy soups
And fill up my belly
And fill up my belly
My
on my hat in
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Drive by homicide
R.I.P. tats in Ol' English Westside 'til I die
Niggas pourin' out that Ol' English
callin' out, I'm tired as fuck and I'm noddin' off
Surrounded by narcissists, my noose is movin' through the contusions
They see my hue and they wanna do
and shells in the lambskin
Two deep by Pelle Pelle
Westside how they felly fell
More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather
Worn by the great Rakim
Are you in the Mafia?
Look, I'm riding through the seven in the 6
Five bands on a n, all slips
Four hoes on my line tryna get hit (mwah)
Bro said he
'em, I'm gonna tell you, they're gonna take you on a different ride
Like, Westside is gonna put you in a, in a mind state of a, um
Lemme see, how can I
one's the dime
But it's not worth the least
No, that would be the nickel
Yeah the five cent piece
So the dime is worth ten
The nickel is five
Next up is
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
ass open stuff ya like a duck what
Attraction recarnation in a slump twenty-five cents
And a German dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa from
the age of 9, Divorced at the of 10
By that time, I was mainly on my momma side
I know we moved a couple times before we settled on the Westside
5th Grade,
on the Westside
Trevon (What up, neph? What's cracking?)
I wanna visit LA, I'm already packed
Been already stacking so we
Gon' get turned up soon as you land
Purple
doors and swing fours eat chicken out the box
leaning in a cream rolls
raised in the hood amongst hustlas and crooks
influenced by the gees you can
Bend, Eastside could you stretch then bend
Westside could you stretch then bend
Southside could you stretch then bend
Midwest could you stretch then
the county mainline and
Really said where I'm from
Travelled 'round the world and told
These niggas it's Blood
Now I'm out in Buffalo
You see Westside Gunn
You
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