Lyrics:
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
goin, gone, sold
What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) why'all know
That I do this for all my niggaz and my bitches
And it's murder 'til day that I
fuck that
Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin
Westside niggaz for life,
the profit get flown out Vegas
Me and my niggaz try an' break tables
Stack chips like Connect Four
While you prick's try and whip try and stretch more
and the dutch is somethin
What you niggaz sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT
Professional bitches, destined for riches and precious jewels
Distracted by the size of my ass, had you fooled
I ain't getting' nada, forget that
Just sit
Yeah, we down for whatever, anything to get rich
Ask any nigga on my block where I'm from
Down here we bout it nigga, ask them niggaz on my block
We
bitch got the bail
My niggaz got heart
It ain't hard to tell
My niggaz gon ride
But none of them tell
My lady a dime
For me she raise hell
These
the scene like Machine Gun Kelly
Two to the head about four cross the belly
Steady givin' niggaz the runs
Fuckin' clam put your fists down and go for
to let it go
Free fits Free preacher
Court for whipping dat coke
When shit hits the paper
Hard to keep that shit low
Keep my bruddas so close
My kids
fuck that
Loud strings in my chucks and a maroon velvet golf hat
I let my holsters hang loose, no truce, no tamin
Westside niggaz for life,
Niggaz don't you know? Never promised tomorrow man
Check it, check it the next life
Life life (yeah) right now for what it is before you lose that
the first broke head
Thanks to y'all niggaz it couldn't be
Without Envy, Whoo Kid, Kool Kid and Ron G
My nigga Enuff, S and S, Capone
Chubby Chub, Sight for
fuck yo yo yo, yo feel me though
Back wit my niggaz, Double are
Before X blew it up, before Eve was a star
We are the streets, they couldn't wait for
Notorious B.I.G., one time!
[Styles]
I'd rather not breathe than snitch
And I love my niggaz not my bitch, Lox pop the clip
Hit the rap game what's the dope
Dare you call my bluff?
See I don't ryde at all, y'all
If I don't ryde ruff
I'm ruff ryding for life
In the 'R' I trust
My team is full of killers
And we
shit can get real with the quickness
I ain't never hated on none of my niggaz you did it, so how you the realest
This shit get too hard for a pair we
ain't how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus
up and cry(It's on nigga)
I'ma be 'till you crawl up and die(hold on nigga)
For the first time I feelin my light(it's on nigga)
We movin weight if
ain't' mad, baby, get that cash
Make them hatin' bitches kiss your ass
Ruff Ryde, lift that strap
I'm gon walk 'til I see how these flee's gon' feel
comes an officer who askin' for a search
Found a weapon it's up to me to clap first
I know why'all niggaz is second guessin' the state I'm in
Bitch,
tryna live
Yellow back 'n shit
You's a real good actor, your click actresses
Fact is, niggaz lose stripes for tryna match this
Havoc's a total
dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggaz from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggaz without dubs?
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches
free!
Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!
Hoe bustaz
Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggaz
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