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West Side

 

West Side


I'm the rap maniac with the hooligan eyes
Who's cooler than I? whack niggas move it aside
When you heard I was a big deal you were surprised
West coast bitch
I spent my days as a refugee
Till the rap game came to rescue me
And left my wrist paved in accessories
A dangerous necessity, I came here to wreck mc's
You're wrong if you thinking Wayne was the recipe
Nah, he ain't worthy of that, the controversy is back
Get off the kool aid stir me a batch
See I prefer to relax, but I can't and God knows it
Gotta stay raw with the flow that I'm diagnosed with
Oh shit, niggas keep fucking with my emotions
Maybe that's the reason that I suffer from psychosis
Shocking as high voltage, fuck it, my life's hopeless
So I had to make sure I killed it when I wrote this

Now ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin
Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame
In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me?
Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga
Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at, right?
Passed by while these niggaz wonder why
I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga tear I shed
For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead
Niggaz still balling

Bounce like a trampoline, thousands that's amped as me
Kids run up on your school campus slap a dean
I grew up on baggy jeans, pornographic nasty dreams
Moral of my damn story life, isn't a happy scene
Wish I was stacking cream, wish I had a Lamborghing
Wish I had the cover on a Rolling Stones magazine
I'm sick of the radio playing all these faggot teens
Keep it real, show me something ill that I haven't seen
For ten years I've been working on ill flows
And finally got a fucking record deal and I'm still broke
Man that's not common, bombs that I'm dropping
Are dope, but all that I can afford is some top Ramen
I notice that ya'll niggas like to dumb the stats
I should stomp your ass out until your lungs collapse
No more corny cowabunga rap, we done with that
It's a rap, keep it up and get your tongue detachedn
Come on

Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page, shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggaz holla out my name and it's similar to rape
Motherfuckers know I'm comin, so they runnin to they graves, watch
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
Cause {Trick} don't give a fuck, where you coward niggaz now, blast
Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin
Busters thought we was frontin, so reload and keep dumpin

I feel heat, everywhere a nigga see me up in the streets
I don't tweak, Keep a straight .38 under the seat
Mad. Mission Mode. My thoughts are cold
Bought some tans of skins, money bags of gold
Roll and collide Homicide Boxicide
Thug Life and Dogg Pound on this midnight ride
Every since we hit the world
We got stationed, with no hesitation
Make moves nigga, Mr. Too Smooth the elaborate
The slow like potion, focus on the money
Thats made sippin on this poisonous potion
Grandma got you got, too much heat to hot
Cause Shank is shot, Belgium in this poisonous plot
Fame and fortune, fortune from game
We be zags, and this some bout some cats
Taxes its all the same
As long as there money to exchange
Nigga!

'Til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still balling, niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still balling

'Til the day I die
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still balling, niggaz wonder why
You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers
Still balling

west side!!!!

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