| Gyeah
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| Westside
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| Somebody told me They want some of that thug shit up in here
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| Westside
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| So ima take ya back down memory lane
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| And give ya some of that wicked shit
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| And ima do this right here
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| For all my cpt gs in the house
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| Check this out
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| As my life takes a twirl
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| I say fuck the world
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| Cause sometimes it seems
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| That its all a bad dream
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| Pops must have fucked with moms
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| On the scheme
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| But sooner or later
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| He left our 2 man team
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| But fuck him
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| Times done changed Im in the game
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| And I bring moms pain
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| Cause the game is slangin caine
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| Cries from my eyes as I hits the street
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| Pounds in the chest tha heart beats
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| As I roll with heats
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| Pops wasnt around but for a minute or shit
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| Until he skipped across town
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| With another bitch to stick
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| Stuck moms one more times
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| Then dropped a dime
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| And on top of that
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| Had a son same age mine
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| But, uhh, dont blame me Cause lord I try not to Have an attitude like fuck him until I die
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| But now I rebel and cause moms hell
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| And hit the blocks
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| Cause Im into makin illegal mail
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| Gyeah
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| If you keep your hood tight
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| Everythings gonna be alright
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| If youre down then you can ride with me Its thicker than water baby
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| Me and you
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| Its thicker than water baby
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| So what we gon do Now I runs with a gang
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| That hoo-bangs for fame
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| And crosstown robberies know tha nickname
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| Leave em dead in they shoes
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| As we servin the blues
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| Gs that pack tools pay dues to rule
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| So its cool they dumps and we dumps back
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| Me and my gs and the 6−4 black
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| Layin em flat rata-tat-tat
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| From the gat and shit
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| We represent yall hit the bricks
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| When the pistols spit
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| And I had a straight bitch and shit, thats cool
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| I slang for cash while she hit the books in school
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| I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule
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| Love for this thug when the world would seem cruel
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| I crips where the enemies dwell but Im no fool
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| Undercover drive off strapped with the tool
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| But I slipped then packed my clip
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| My hoodrat tripped and didnt scoop
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| But they still didnt shoot
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| Gyeah
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| I made it to deuce-5 baby and thats luck
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| In this rap shit to try to make some bucks
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| (ching, ching)
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| Seems like the gang bang thang got tougher
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| A little bit younger but then bit rougher
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| They been tellin me To watch out for jealousy
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| Cause now a friend of me was a enemy
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| Strange the game done changed switched
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| Aint that a bitch
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| With the rivals makin some change
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| In and outta lanes in the passenger seat
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| Me and you and our crew strapped with heat
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| Outta town runs for funs no beef
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| We all hit licks and blows the chronic leaf
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| But paybacks a bitch in the end you know
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| And she sets up traps
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| Cause she snatch for dough
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| Let it go no come up your last trick
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| Cause my brothers got my back
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| When the shit gets thick
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| Gyeah |