Lyrics:
warriors
West coast whistles, death to accordions
My words are Jericho missiles flying out of the orient
Recording life as it's passing me by
In each
a condo west coast
Remember rapping with my niggas talking bout the loads
That was my samurai days
Everything BIG forever that nigga and that Sammy never
you’ll lose teeth, & a broke jaw, i lose no sleep, just go Buc, there’s no Chief, it’s all war, if there’s no peace, to your front door, on your streets,
Vibing
Lose your shit
Ever been followed by cars in the dark
Dip thru monkey sly by the park
Hide on the roof of the garage then dart
Breathing so hard
cop it by the pound
Bitch I'm straight from the trenches where it's all going down
Find your teeth on the ground getting slick out the mouth
This ain't
Probably cause I live by the art of for-keeps
I get indicted after my product's released
We a different form, a different centrifugal force
Every line is
when I was 14
Kickin back in the trees
Westside if you please
And 436 west spruce was the spot
With me Wayne Mike Shot Nookie Slug,
in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
Then I had a talk with God, that was interview-esque
He said "Rik as near as the west and far as the east
There's a warrant for your arrest by
and Brooklyn from fighting
Telling me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill
factors in the question's style
Arrhythmic by the end, I'm givin more than one child
Abstract soloist comin from the heart
All the way from Philly, from
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
fightin
Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side
But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
You can't kill nothin' that's
when I pose
Parking lot pimpin'
Getting chose by the hoes
Ugh, yeah, this shit go stupid
It's Big Spence, bitch
And I'm here going Cupid
Shooting up
teeth
Said he could spit it with pinpoint accuracy if there was beef
We chuckled out loud
Still the thought of it intrigued me, (right)
So now I keep
ain't learning it step-by-step
It's Beast Coast, we the murderous set
We raining fire, and I don't mean the burners and techs
You gotta love it, all 47
violate my GGs
Try and violate my GGs
I'll jump out the cab with a live .33
Sawn-off on the IC3
We're cold, you'll get burnt by my icy Gs
My Air Max
I'm Talking reimbursement
Like reclaiming my time
You wasted mine with all of yo lies
I know you be on West 33rd
All up in that nigga house
I seen yo
stalk the fox box to the party on lock
security check soon my ids inspected
in the elevator waiting to get wrecked
open the door then get floored by
and 33 u think ur shit matters of course u never out this idea on display but u live and die by it closer to 40 u realize your worth half a pound in shit
Yeah yeah
We gon' send this one out, to all the niggas
That want beef, that got baby teeth
Why you can't eat little faggot
That Primo shit, Razzy
trying to change
Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four bars, living pipe
a year by the riverside, I'd bring it here
Apply it gently
To the love you've lent me
While the river was twisting and braiding, the bait bobbed
I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth
Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about
I was brought
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