Madness 4 Real - Westside Slaughterhouse lyrics

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Madness 4 Real - Westside Slaughterhouse lyrics

[Mack 10] Microphone check 1-0 from the West Coast beller and teller I cuss like a sailor When you see her she's a goner, moved to California Blew the b**h up and put the gangsta twist on her Sunny Southern Cal, it never snows n***as yellin' ‘hey's and ‘ho's We jumpin' outta 6-4's When it comes to the gun play, we vets It's West Coast for life, no crews, only sets [Ice Cube] Well, it's the dog, breathin' out the smog I'm a hog of this gangsta sh**, Don of the clique All you s**as wanna dis the Pacific But you buster n***as never get specific Used to love her, mad ‘cause we f**ed her p**y-whipped b**h with no Common Sense Hip hop started in the West Ice Cube bailin' through the East without a vest [WC] Now as I look to my riz-zight and to my left I see motherf**ers staring like they wanna step So I'm grabbin' my rusty screwdriver In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina Find a-notha crew of n***as that can f** with this Lyrical bully, given verbal bruises to crews, fool You must be on dick, dope and dynamite. How you figure? Speed on before you get peed on, n***a [Mack 10] Fool, what side is you, red or the blue? Wild as the L.A. Zoo, it's round two I ignite, grab the mic tight, strike like a rattle Bring your rhymes and nines to the muthaf**in' battle So sun down to sun up, run up with my gun up All brakes get to pumpin', you know a n***a dumpin' You dread like a Rasta when I lock like a terrier Mack 10, that n***a with the heat that'll bury ya [Ice Cube] Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by, and watch everybody die n***as into gangs, thangs and narcotic Freak b**hes, riches, and hydraulic Pull heat, knock you off your feet Clear the whole block, both sides of the street Even Crips and Bloods hear my thuds Fee fie foe fum—ay n***a, where you from? (Westside!) [WC] f** all you n***as, I'm yellin' This is M.A.A.D. Circle to the fullest everybody 187 Toones play the piano, f** a battle I'm socking rappers like mad man Santiago ‘Cause you n***as ain't impressin' me Plus you signed to Big Red Records, so n***a, f** what you tellin' me Sit down junior, you couldn't see me if you wanted to Look ya'll, it's Mack 10, Cube and the "W" [Hook 2X] Ice Cube: Westside's on the map! Mack 10: n***as rappin' since the ‘70s and still never went gold! [Mack 10] I just had a scrap for the neighborhood Inglewood stereotype, gotta deal with the hype Known to kick back with the fat sack, f** that Where my gat at? These n***as trippin' off my Bulls hat About to let loose with the chrome trey-deuce Five shot, and I, put holes in your bandana I push a Benz, you still rollin' Gs So n***a miss me with that set trippin', start slangin' keys [Ice Cube] When I say gitchy-gitchy, n***as get b**hy-b**hy ‘Cause they heard of the natural born murderer I'm like Frankenstein, it's spankin' time Layin' in the sunshine with only one nine So who wants to bust with the never-rust Goin' platinum plus, every time I cuss So f** the whole world, black (f** ‘em!) n***as better hope I don't grow my jheri-curl back [WC] Step up, murderer, steppin' out a Chevrolet Sportin' a beanie like Marvin Gaye Stalkin', walkin' in my big black Chucks Standin' tall in your freestyle session holdin' my balls I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95 ‘Cause n***as be foul and bitin' other n***as' styles But if you're bitin' this, you better bring a dentist ‘Cause s**ing these balls'll give your a** lockjaw, fool [Mack 10] Which way shall I go? n***a, what should I do? Should I bang with the red or should I truce with the blue? Should I rock dope beats, and grab the mic and stay down? Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound? sh** I never thought that my nuts'a get bigger Checkin' major figures, I'm hangin' with platinum n***as It's Mack 10 and I'm Inglewood swingin' No time for bangin', but still got my khakis hangin' [Ice Cube] f** one love, it's the bloody glove, k**in' honkey hoes Leaving blood stains on Broncos In a Hertz rental, I drive on the 405 Is he dead or alive? Mother-f** court, took another snort Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport So I can catch a flight away from the drama Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas [WC] Ah, Shucky ducky, quack quack n***as ain't knowin' how to act s**a ducks play the back n***as used to dis but now it's turning around And like Brandy, motherf**ers wanna be down with this West Coast rap game, I can give a f** If you wasn't down at first, you can buck these nuts Transformers get stole on (BOOM) Get the picture, k**a Cali, home of the body bags, n***a [Hook]