Lyrics:
the age of 9, Divorced at the of 10
By that time, I was mainly on my momma side
I know we moved a couple times before we settled on the Westside
5th Grade,
doors and swing fours eat chicken out the box
leaning in a cream rolls
raised in the hood amongst hustlas and crooks
influenced by the gees you can
Bend, Eastside could you stretch then bend
Westside could you stretch then bend
Southside could you stretch then bend
Midwest could you stretch then
the county mainline and
Really said where I'm from
Travelled 'round the world and told
These niggas it's Blood
Now I'm out in Buffalo
You see Westside Gunn
You
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
Movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
Don't
just to get by (yeah)
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we
the time
Only sober me lies
You can drop a penny
Turn that cent into a dime
I learned my lesson
Maybe like that 4th or 5th time
They don't really love you
If
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
And we pullin' up, it's Westside
I-5 zoomin with a bitch, this the best side
And we gonna let the checks fly
I don't care about your past, I'm
Purple Rain, baby, stupid
Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent
Starring Curtis ''50 cent'' Jackson
Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus
Sasha
Delvalle,
or a park called Lueders;
On Rosecrans, pass Oleander at the light.
Tree top is to the left, Fruit town is on the right.
1-5-1's and westside Pirus slay
a Black Beama'
but my dream is to own a fly casino
like Bugsy Segal, and do it all illegal
and get scooped up, by the little homie in a Regal
Uhh it
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
twist this
mutha fucking plastic because you're a true bitch from the westside
About five-ten, two-twenty with scars on your thighs
And that's they type
dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didn't see them minor things
At the games, I'm known by the refs
Restaurants, I'm even greeted by
'cause my tongue get tired
Now everybody want to put they dope on me
Sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
motherfucking two cents
Think it’s time that I take you for a drive and I show you my mind
For the past 5 years of my life
and wesson
I got steppers in the six with some big sticks
Five bloods and I’m rolling wit six crips
Patek full of water got his wrist lit
Caviar cocaine
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
the Exorcist moving bricks
Screw a chick....go outside and give the coupe a kiss!
Can't pop fly, I get my socks tied
I'm being watched by...News 1, Fox 5
CNN,
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
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