[eiht]
Geah
Thug sh**, n***a
G's in the y-2-k
Hey, what can i say? (geah)
Hoo-bangin's official, n***a
And right now we gon' do some of that thug sh** for that a** (k**a)
Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil sh** (west side!)
Check it out
[eiht]
Feel a little gust of wind so i jet
This real n***a dwells from compton, no sh**
Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales
County bus rolls through - n***as trips to jail
What the hell won't trade it, high cla** can't fade it
Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it
Y'all n***as hate to get a dubs and rocks
Land of the green weed and cars that ???? hops
Don't stop - packin' my heat and beretta
Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather
Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!)
It's a done deal when i hit you run way
Y'all n***as must be gay, smilin' and shakin'
How this b**h greed shakin' up money, we keep mention
Never fakin' the funk, punk, i pops the trunk
4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah
Till i die nuthin' but makin' cheese
Till i die tryin' to come up on ki's
Till i die nuthin' but guns and weed
Till i die givin' you just what you need
[eiht]
Murda, murda, murda, k**, k**, k**
Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled
Front line n***a for dollars is my n***a
But i'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers
Till my dying day i lay away
Till my very last breath, n***a, i swear to make you pay
Guilty conscience? never me!
Last night n***a done caught a felony
Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote
Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc!
Shake down cause these n***as f**in' with yours
Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door
Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope?
Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, i want more
Lock down for me on the bus downtown
Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah
Chorus...
[mack 10]
Till i die is gon' be h double o
B-a-n-g-i-n fo' sho'
n***as never thought that they would ever see me
With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-t
We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's
Shovin' 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0's
So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens
We be juggin' up sherman - and rockin' up chicken
(what you need, n***a?)
Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch
And bust on the muthaf**in' neighborhood watch
My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 rover
I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over
I take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin'
Me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin'
Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, n***a
Be my piece of the pie, n***a, so i ride until i die,n***a
Chorus...