Faided - I Rep lyrics

[Intro] West, west, west, west, siiiide, n***a [Verse 1: BG Knocc Out] I rep that west, but a lot of y'all 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 goin' barragin' 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' What y'all really want to do Y'all talk a good thing but we really comin' through Big things when we aim Leaving sh** 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** your set" sound from the TEC Run at E then hit the deck cause everythang gettin' wet Okay [?], we can shoot it out In L.A. we hold court in the streets, f** a trial When I keep the bird on me, to pack it is a habit (why?) Cause I would rather die than not have it (yeah!) [Hook: BG Knocc Out] Headshots, guillotines, rifle scopes, red beams L.A.'s very crazy, cause daily it's a murder scene Gun shells, coroner, body parts, yellow tapes, dirty birds High speed chases runnin' from the chase [Verse 2: BG Knocc Out] You n***as pack guns for show and tell, we a spray Ask me why g**nin' is in my DNA Burn you then sell a pistol Never throw the heat away Acting like you ready to die, sh** you can leave today Hey Zeus, "Treat me motherf**er with authority" 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, in my eyes he was clearly a martyr You thinkin' different 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 coroner to chalk it out Too late to talk it out so f** what you talkin' 'bout Got murder on my mind (yeah), your 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 [Hook: BG Knocc Out] Headshots, guillotines, rifle scopes, red beams L.A.'s very crazy, cause daily it's a murder scene Gun shells, coroner, body parts, yellow tapes, dirty birds High speed chases runnin' from the chase