[Web]
What's happenin'?
Some of that old gangsta, leave a n***a in a ditch type sh**, you know?
Yeah
We playas but we gangstas, too, n***a
Mac Dre and Young Web finna put it down in a real way
Check it out
[Verse 1: Web]
Have a seat, grab a blunt, relax your back
I'mma about to kick some facts to make you feel that you've been jacked
I attack, at any cost, without no means
Packin' AP-9's, AK's with infrared beams
It seems some kids up in this game need to be taught a lesson
n***a, one suggestion: let's call together a funk session
‘Cause when I bust, I bring major pain
Keith Sweat would wanna cross out in my type of rain
n***a, my lyrics is something make the others spread the reputation
I'm bustin' with a sensation that'll leave you in devastation
Fry like bacon
This money I'm takin' to fill my pockets
Fools be tryin' to stop but I be blowin' up like rockets
Your arm sockets, legs and waist stay left
The only thing this n***a about to meet now is his d**h
The point I'm makin' potna is don't test me ‘cause I'm packin' a .380
Muthaf**a when times are shady
[Mac Dre]
Yeah, Young Web, n***as ain't knowin'
It can get real funky around here, you know?
So goddamn drastic after I hit a n***a with the plastic, right?
n***a, I hung that fool off the Carquinez while that gun fell off me and I'm sideways
Yeah, straight gangsta sh**, n***a
[Verse 2: Mac Dre]
I'm a skrilla getta, that'll k** a n***a about grits
And I'm quick to trip and slip on my mitts
And put hands on a snake if I peep some scandal
Beat n***as up just like Frankie Randall
If I can't handle, that a** from the shoulders
That's when I dash and get the pistola
You didn't know a playa had G sh** in him?
Well, send a n***a at me, I'll put three clips in him
So goddamn fast and won't leave one clue
And be cryin' at the funeral just like you
I thought you knew, fool, when it comes to this
Gangsta type sh**, n***as run from this
I got stripes, stars, bars and medals
For puttin' in work doin' dirt in the ghetto
I'm an O.G. and a H-O-G
A muthaf**in' hog and they don't wanna see
My vicious tactics ‘cause sh** gets drastic
Leave ‘em bleedin' and blasted, ready for a casket
I'm real with it, and love to ill with it
You trippin' off Mac Dre? Then potna let's deal with it
The 707 North Bay soldier
I thought you knew? I know somebody told ya
[Web]
Yeah, I know somebody told yo' punk a**
Never no Cutt will lie when the drama flies
Just gon' be homicides ‘cause we makin' some mamas cry, you know?
So go get your black dress, b**h, yeah
Because we flowamatic when countin' C-notes, s**a
Gettin' skrilla
[Verse 3: Web]
These muthaf**as best'a recognize that I be packin' the ammo
Like Commando, then I'll light yo' a** like a candle
But I'm Rambo, up on a mission up in the jungle
To knock down a couple of stables and get ‘em for they bundle
I made ‘em crumble, from the parts that I pack
Bustin' with M-16, Calicoes and Macs
Automatic gats, that's what I use to k** all gangs
They send in Web ‘cause he's trained, when I'm let loose, I'm insane
There's blood stains, ‘cause I was blowin' up sh** from the start
I takes my steps, was smellin' d**h and lookin' at body parts Does this sparks
But I'm the only n***a that lasts
Puttin' body parts up in caskets and burn ‘em all down to ash
Stupid a** ba*tards
What you tried to do was unforgettable
Your gun's quiz was d**h and it wasn't even that damn difficult
n***a, tryna send your damn lady
Web and Dre be packin' .380s when times are shady
[Web]
Yeah, when times are shady it goes down
I got my pen foul, the crowd's runnin' wild ‘cause the guns *pow*
It's the AP with the 50-clip and these fools can't get with me
Young Web causin' fatalities, n***a, when it gets drippy
sh**ty committee, s**a
[Verse 4: Mac Dre]
My style is foul, I break laws, never legal
Glued to the track strapped with my Desert Eagle
Servin' them s**as, a muthaf**a start drama
I might let him live but bust a cap in his mama
Yeah I'm a playa, playa, but playas play with b**hes
When it come to them trick snitches my trigger finger itches
Ready to peel a cap off a punk a**, drunk a**
n***a startin' static, take his life and his punk a**
Dre is a k**a, drug dealer, ex-convict
s**as say I'm sick, some drop dimes quick
‘Cause I'm an ill n***a and ill n***as k** n***as
Who alert the 5-0 and the money gettin' real, n***a
Takin' out cousins, even steppin' to nieces
Send ‘em to the grave now they restin' in pieces
I'm 5150, a stone cold J-cat
Jackin' muthaf**as so my pockets they stay fat
Rappin' ain't sh** but a slow grind, so I'm
Hittin' licks quick gettin' rich in no time
Ask about my work and they say ‘He gets green
Runnin' up in sh** with his AR-15'
The Mac named Dre is a big fool, sick fool
And if you ain't down then s** my dick, fool
I don't give a f** about a n***a or b**h too
I run with a big crew, and yeah, they sick too
[Web]
Ha ha ha ha, yeah
Y'all put that down
Let them s**as know how it go in that big Bay Area
Pimps, playas, rhyme-sayers, gangstas and big bankstas
s**as, stay back, ‘cause you know we stay strapped
Yeah, this is Young Web comin' at that a** for the 9-muthaf**in-6
This is for all the muthaf**in' Crestsiders, the real riders
To my muthaf**in' cuddie Young Nico
[D-Con]
That's right, that Rompalation, this D-Con, fool
And that sh** is hoodrat party for your mind, n***a
Yeah, can't f** with this…or get enough of this
1996 punk b**h
Mac muthaf**in' Dre is back through here, tearin' sh** up
Lettin' them s**as have it
f**in' aliens