B.G. Knocc Out - I Rep lyrics

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B.G. Knocc Out - I Rep lyrics

(West, west, west, west, siiiide, n***a) Verse #1 I rep that west, but a lot of yall n***as comin' wack They want me to bring it back and I accept that test So I'm sorta like a savior, with hits I'm gon ?? And I'm never slackin' off 'cause I gets it in major My flavor is so undeniable (yeah) That I'm bound to k** these MCs in threes, I'm liable To get to cappin', you think it's only rappin' But I'm known for pistol packin', it really gets a crackin' What's happenin', Whatch yall really want to do Yall talk a good thang but we really comin' through Big thangs when we aim Leaving things slain Blood guts and brains, for thinking it's a game Insane or suicidal, I have yet to figure (yeah) To make you pop off we disrespect you n***a Like "f** you f** yourself" sound from the TEC Run at E then hit the deck 'cause everythang gettin' wet Okay corral, we can shoot it out In L.A. we hold court in the street, f** a trow When I keep the bird on me, to pack it is a habit (why?) 'Cause I would rather die than not have it (yeah!) Chorus ?? shots, guillotines, rifle scopes, red beams L.A.'s very crazy, 'cause daily it's a murder scene Gun shells ??, body parts, yellow tapes, dirty birds High speed chases runnin' from the chase Verse #2 You n***as pack guns for show and tell, we ?? Ask me why g**nin's in my DNA Burn you then sell a pistol Never throw the heat away Actin' like you ready to die, sh** you can leave today Hey Zeus ?? Now you two are treein', let your family mourn you I'm from that place where they live at the hardest All of those that couldn't cope they were dearly departed Talkin' sh** you must be clearly retarded Don't ask about Osama, he was clearly a martyr You thinkin' ?? must be dippin' that water If you ever f** with me I'll f** around and put a clip in your daughter, yeah Leave the body for the corner to chock it out Too late to talk it out so f** what you talkin' 'bout Got murder on my mind (yeah), ya life is on the line (yeah) Once my hand clench that iron then somebody die You thinkin' d**h as a way to escape But I will walk in your wake and put two in your face Dirty cop wanna take me in, he's viewin' the case Put him in the casket with you, bury you in the ??, n***a