Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gats And Rivals (Feat. Shadow & Lil Los), artist - WoodieDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Gats And Rivals (Feat. Shadow & Lil Los) |
| Hey Sosa, let’s get this straight now. |
| I never fucked anybody over in my life didn’t have it coming to them. |
| You got that? |
| All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don’t break them for no |
| one. |
| Do you understand? |
| Blackbird is gone and sometimes I wanna die |
| Just so I can kick it with my homie, tell me why |
| I can be suicidal though I got my moms to think about |
| I keep in focused mind for my homies I’m lookin' out |
| Keep the chopper in the cuts and a pistol in my nuts |
| If confronted never stutter this is west twompsta! |
| Hit it up and put it down although I love I hate my town |
| I love my homies but I hate these phonies turning shit around |
| Switching up and talkin' to pigs makin' this shit gone strange |
| And now you targeted outsiders while us riders doin' things |
| How’s it feel to be left in the dust dig your grave shady foes |
| heard that norte sidin' on the radio |
| I’m locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead |
| I’m still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' tread |
| Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head? |
| I’m packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red |
| I ain’t known for shootin' craps but I’m known for shootin' scraps |
| With an everlastin' passion blastin' puttin 'em on their backs |
| Forever ridin' with the northerners on these southside foreigners |
| Leavin' 'em dead soaked in red got a pick up for the coroner |
| I admit a dirty life I lead jampacked with dirty deeds |
| Only things I truly care about is family and homiez |
| Makin' g’s sounds appealin' but that money comes and goes |
| So I stick close to my homiez and quick to talk shit to these hoes |
| When my thoughts are in a flicker I wash my brains out with malt liquor |
| Olde e bless me with the strength and vigor to keep me in the picture |
| Cause these rivals tryin' to box me up and five-o's tryin' to lock me up |
| Tryin' to get me stuck in a cell washed up like Snoop whether or not that block |
| we bucked |
| Gotta be on my p’s and q’s never give pigs a reason to |
| Rush up in the house with a warrant, think deep don’t believe the news |
| That’s the way I’m livin' daily struggle to keep my freedom |
| For the funk got a pet named clip hollow-tips I feed 'em enemies come meet 'em |
| I’m locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead |
| I’m still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' tread |
| Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head? |
| I’m packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red |
| We tried to tell you motherfuckers back in '94 |
| We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war |
| We get the loaded clips and dump em in the sewer side |
| That’s how it is living a life of gats and rivals |
| We tried to tell you mother fuckers back in '94 |
| We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war |
| We get the loaded clips and dump em in the sewer side |
| That’s how it is living a life of gats and rivals |
| I’m locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead |
| I’m still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' tread |
| Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head? |
| I’m packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red |
| We tried to tell you mother fuckers back in '94 |
| We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war |
| We get the loaded clips and dump em in the sewer side |
| That’s how it is living a life of gats and rivals |