Check this out relative n***a
Take this lil' 45.000 n***a
And buy you a b(c)utless, a coupè n***a
And a dope sack n***a
And do what the f*ck you supposed to do n***a
And let these n***as know what's happ'nin
Back up in the mix with some gangsta sh**
I know you didn't think I'm doin a flip
Or switched my script
32 months of hard time and grindin
And I can't wait to touch down and get back to rhymin
For so' gangsta green eyes gon keep it on the reala
And for my scrilla, n***a this is anybody k**er
Yeah muthaf*ckas I banged on wax
But that's where you got me twisted at
Cause I banged on facts
With trizzele on my clip as I load
And you can tell I'm a G my n***a
By the way I hold it ('wood! 'wood!) *means ingleWOOD*
Never foldin, unloadin when I'm under pressure
50 G's ta lick and not a penny lesser
So I guess I gots ta come with that heat
And put it down for all my true n***as in the streets
So give it up, Inglewood, that's the hood we claim
When we westside muthaf*ckin gang-bang
I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen
Now I'm bangin on your punk-a** just once again
So if you feel I ain't real and wanna test my heart
n***a you know where I'm at: Darby-muthaf*ckin-Park
I done told you once, I done told you twice
F*ckin with me is like f*ckin with your life
Westside Inglewood and I'ma ride for it
In a moment of silence call out my homies that died for it
So all my life blood I'ma keep it real
For all my n***as stressed out behind these punk-a** deals
Can you feel, I spell blood for this sh**
And on my hood I got love for this sh**
Cause this gangsta sh** is somethin you can feel
Especially when it's comin from a n***a that's real
Young sick-a** n***as, YG's when we roll
Matter of fact packin tec B.G.'s on hood patrole
I don't parole and I'm still servin
It's f*ckin with my nerves but I gotta flip this bourbon
Haven't you heard that '98 is a straight paper chase
So what you gon do when my Gat's in your face
Now it's about time for me to speak up my mind
And get some sh** off my chest and clear up this mess
Cause some cured about n***as got sh** crossed up
I'm lookin for the other 2, 1 already got tossed up
For speakin upon sh** and ain't doin nothin
You b**h-a** n***a, you done pushed my bu*ton
Wanna smile in my face and talk behind my back
While I was incarcerated, now your a** is gettin faded
I gave up the
Because that's the block where I grew up
I bangs with the 8's so the deuce is what I threw up
Any questions, ask me now, n***a f*ck later
Cause when I was in the pen n***a
I was knockin out heavy weighters and playa haters
Ain't got sh** ta say ta me
Much DAMU love to each and every Y.G
In the pen, the hood, the county n***a, whereever you at
2 muthaf*ckin A's ups and blaze a sack n***a