Lyrics:
'm Murphy Lee the killer mayn
Hunt someone and lick em, make em salaam
Praise the Lord or say peace to God
I'm just a Skool Boy, call me Mr
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what it
Is evident (Westside) and you know what I represent
Doing my own thing
And if you got a problem with that
Then the Nina go bang bang
And I'll be
up) Westside (Zone 1, nigga)
(Hit 'em up) bang motherfucker bang (ye-ye-ye-yeah)
(Hit 'em up)
Me and Jeezy on the back street (ayy)
Choppers in
Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't ass without cha
into a bastard
so I'm no kin to Father Time when I'm smokin'
Who said trees couldn't grow dollar signs
no bought it by the lines
'til tomorrow shine
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
a permanent crease (they do)
I put my phone on Do Not Disturb when I just want a lil bit of peace (DnD)
I see something special when I look into both of your
Hi, how you doing? It's Mr. Paid Little Bastard himelf
He a Paid Little Bastard he go by Gambino
Aye that shit crazy she wouldn't fuck me
Now she
Detroit On The Rise, Westside Where I Reside
Wise Guy w/Green Eyes Like I'm From The Eastside
cnother Day, cnother Dollar, Same Shit, Different Stall
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You know Mr. Lil Uzi got the guap
I swear Mister Lil Uzi got the guap
You
'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?
Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
lives are took
I can't see no difference from Mr. Hussein to Mr. Bush
Death and deception it's the brew the devil cooks
Dear Mr. President you had
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Now I knew this bitch, yo, she used to love me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely
Forties
stars
On that boulevard
I shoot dice with them boys
Right by Pull-A-Part
You looking stupid like you don't know
Who I am
Nigga who you is
Its Big Jimhill
on
The Westside nigga
We ballers for real...
[Kurupt]
For real I got it bought you the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin' that it was what
into a bastard
so I'm no kin to Father Time when I'm smokin'
Who said trees couldn't grow dollar signs
no bought it by the lines
'til tomorrow shine
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
It seems like everybody, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me
Will I ever,
niggas, hit 'em up
WESTSIDE
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger
Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
I love my females strapped
Then
holla Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods holla Mr. Chris in this bitch
So who else in this game do i have left to tell come at me
cuz all this shit
That's how you get these here parked in you mouth
Westside ride trick, the same old spit
I don't conversate with chicks I ain't goin' hit
I don't holla
Westside Players
[Chorus: Mr. White Dogg]
Tell that little bitch that we major
Cause we just pulled off a caper
Better be talking bout paper
That little
really do get cash
Feeling like Mr.Klaus
I'm walking round with this big bag
Knocking em down Goliath
I know niggas be BIG mad
Keeping my social distance
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