| I can make a promise now to take your life
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| (westside, bustin' that janky.)
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| I can be that threat that make you change your life
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| (duck nigga, westcoast)
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| I can make a promise now to take your life
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| (westside, bustin' that janky.)
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| It’s about fuckin' time
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| Niggas ta came up with some real shit
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| And start bustin' on you bitch niggas and kill some shit
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| Hot shells and cocktails, rags on faces
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| A terrorist fuckin' it up in chucks with fat laces
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| In my cutoffs I stand with triggery canon
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| Nah bitch, I ain’t from the Taliban I’m from the niggaban
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| Westside, roll 'em motherfuckers up
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| Call me Dub McVeigh about to blow this motherfucker up
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| We got you niggas scared like a snitch at a gangsta cook out
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| And when the meter read red all cowards get took out
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| Back with more firepower than before
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| To us a nuclear bombin' is just a drug war
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| And I got no gangstarizm and stardom
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| And got niggas shakin' that ain’t even from Harlem
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| Spit rapid fire down in the whole place
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| And it’s hard to breathe with duck tape on your face
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| I’m from that WSCG car
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| Beat you up in ER from my PR
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| Nigga, superstar, smokin' on a cigar
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| Little homies know who the OG’s are
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| Been the shit since '86 and even right now
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| And gotta brag to this bitches 'bout my lifestyle
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| Don’t mistake the Westsider for Al-Qaeda
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| This ain’t soopafly nigga I’m a spida
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| «an open microphone can be dangerous» |