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the Westside, where they kill guys
Yeah red dots, headshot, yeah
Big 45, by my side, oh yeah
You get flipped up like a sidekick
I'm from 6-5, where they, yeah
Do

Let me take you to the wicked wicked Westside
Where them niggas carry chrome and the best die
Where we push up in the corners that we fight for

When I Touch Down

Disturbing tha Peace

Golden Grain

2002

(Jazze)
Yeah, W-J-I-V-E radio
You damn right we jam
The phone lines are ringin off the hook
But I'm not gon awnser them 'cause I don't wanna hear

more operations, huh (ah)
Tana Talk 4, I'm handin' out raw
You in the slammer by law, I never abandon my boy
They askin' am I street? My track record

right beside 'em
I'm S5, fifth drivin' out the sunroof
Clique flyin' while my niggas stick-shift
And try and switch irons he was trippin'
Gear shift

bitch regular
Twenty-five cent won't get you nowhere
If you eat me you ain't coming up for no air
Bubblegum king
I swear to God I got no heir
You hoes mad

Ball buster ten cent Jane
Dead soldier in a picture frame          
Behind the sticks in the red
Under the table over his head   
Sucky sucky bang

still saying he ain't tell
That don't make sense, make that make sense
It was tax on the drink, I need 8 cents
I gave her Pepto-Bismol and it made her

Aye yeah, shawty how you been
On a scale from 1 to 5
You know you a perfect 10
I can't lie I want you bad
Yeah so bad I can't pretend
Make a, pray

trip talking slick (talking slick)
Whole team stay fresh to death (fresh)
Hoes still won't get a cent (not a cent)
I've been working overtime (overtime)

change your style
Lie down and bend over
Bad man like casanova
Bad girl wanna ride me like range rover
(Verse 3: Matty Cent)
Thirty Five K for the nigga

chat
But I don't think it's gonna stop
Still going going by the name "Ziploc"
5 blows going everywhere still 'gon pop
I just pay in a hope that I don't

Mm
Oh
It was 3 AM
Oh
And I remember
I remember
I remember it was 3 AM
Didn't have no damn sense of where I was
Didn't have no damn cents couldn't

hovno
Hmm a bolo to vážne hovno
Po ceste zdutý domov som počúval svoj detský rap
V 13tich som chcel mať hlas ako 50 Cent
V štvrtej bráne býval tučný

Fake friends all around me
I Don't trust these Niggas im
All By MySelf,Im All By
MySelf
Fake friends all around me
I Don't trust these Niggas im
All

wit' her
I know some niggas yellin' "Neighborhood"
I'm gettin' by, stayin' fly, stayin' dangerous
It's westside on mine, I'ma wave it up
Baby, how

a Rollie 
I thought about buying a whip
Until the Lil Homies Had went out and stole it
Y'all niggas still pay for the V.I.P
But I know the niggas that own it

a movement
One Nine
Pay me for the music
Pay for the merchandise
Aye
We ain't gone say it twice
Yeah Woo
Yeah Westside
Where we reside
We puttin the A.V. out

Yo i rep that westside california where they put that gun up on ya 
We stay blown off that bomb like the unibomber 
Fuck karma throw the bullet back

don't fuck with snow
Always had to hustle though, ain't afraid to tussle, hoe
Westside baby found my brook like I'm Russell bro
And I wasn't born by

(Skrrr)
Yo nigga Juwanna Mann, he still a bitch
And I keep that thing by my side like Lilo and Stitch (Dududududu)
Shh, haha
That's a body man (Whaa)
Tricky

get stress, no I don’t get stress, no I don’t get

Boy this shit gon’ make me wild Like two plus two gon’ equal five, yeah 
Boy this shit’s like

we surrounded by faces that we don't recognize
Millionaire craving six pieces mild on the side
I be feeling like I'm Kanye in o five
Palm trees

Stunting been my habit addicted to living lavish
Shawty for the streets nah she for the atlas
I'm a westside villain with a cash app
Old Shawty got a new man