1.Intro
2.Git Money
3.The Hood Is Mine
(techniec)
I been dyin to ride
Been dyin to shine
Dyin to rob
Been dyin to rep this side
Dyin to serve
Dyin for cheese
To raise up out the hood
I been dyin to lead
Just keep all yellin my name
I been dyin to trip
Dyin for a grip
Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all
Nigga been, dyin to ball
Throw it all
Tech been, brakin his neck
I step in, wavin the tek
For that check, i'ma lane inject
The game is mine
You niggas just ain't knowin it yet
Several attempts i been, tryin to try
Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood
Like they dyin to dye
Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high
Dyin to win
Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again
That's why we ride, and that's a fact
Can't spell the west without the e s
Say your grace to that
Chorus： mack 10
The hood is mine
Homey get back
The hood is mine
Chips i stack
The hood is mine
Homey get back
The hood is mine, the hood is mine
(mc eiht)
Do ya know i don't regulate your spot for cheese
Ya know these real old chiefs got glocks to squeeze
You know the outcome, flips off the horn
Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on
Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill
Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel
I ain't knowin what a trick for doe
If i knew, what i know now, would've caught the 4-4
Know your game plan slow, fuck the rest for sure
Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float
Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs
Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug
Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one
Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run
Know your talk is cheap, know i'm in too deep
Know if you test the west then your put to sleep
Chorus + variation (add following lines to end 2x)
Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up
Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks
(mc eiht)
Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf
Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef
Ya know i loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make
cheese
And the girls get down
Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot
Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop
You know them niggas cause they down for the cards
We steppin to the room with girls off walls
(techniec)
Ya know this melitin mack
Heat cocked still in your back
Till we get to the back, walk casual
I want west in to stay plus calateral that'll do
We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight
Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date
Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late
Interfere with mine, make him a believer
Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a lbc'er
Chorus w／ earlier variation
4.From Yo Hood 2 My Hood
Geah
Your lesson for y'all out there
All the thug niggas on the block regulatin'
This goes out for y'all
(west side)
Gangstas will rule the world in the y2k
Check it out
Can y'all see where i'm comin from
Hoods and blocks and g's with glocks
Young thug niggas with rocks
Everyday and night cause ain't - nuthin' changed
Destiny is meant for niggas to hoo-bang
Lord have mercy - to the ones that's gone
Cause only you upstairs know was wrong
Night time hits, here comes the fire flies
One more block to catch the drive-by
Code of the streets you pack heat and skeet
Any fuckin' hoodrat bitch you can meet
Poor muthafuckas still wating - on the county
Young black niggas dodgin' the county mountie
Who got the fat stacks, the pack stacks
Slugs to your back if my clientele you jack
Knick knack - patty wack, packs straps
Patty-wack your own homie trying to cheat on craps
From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same
Like yo hood and mine learn the same games
Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes
If you get caught then don't say no names
I gotta flick from a homie doing ten in the pen
Gotta a little bigger since my lil' nigga went in
Lotta tales 'bout fools gettin' em up and shanked
Whose mouth tight shut？ whose shit that stink？
Gotta lil' message - 'bout the bitch you fucked
A nigga cross town got the hoodrat stuck
Me and loc jacked that nigga last week fo' ends
I shoot a lil' paper till you up in the pen
Fools still riding - got the spot on lock
We gon' chill right here till you back on the block
Nigga still bailin round here khakis and stars
High as fuck as we throw the hood out the car
We miss the days when you used to get drunk at night
Never bailed on a homie when it's time to fight
One times jacked us the last night, face in the dirt
Tryin' to get info on who shot the store clerk
From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same
Like yo hood and mine learn the same games
Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes
If you get caught then don't say no names
Somebody help me out the ghetto
Ya know - same story just like before
I don't wanna be here just like you
I slangs just 'bout everything to start new
Do you have the answer？
Niggas gettin' popped - dying off just like cancer
You got your enemies, you got your old g's
In the penitentiaries just want to be free
If i had another chance would i do it again？
Rewind the time and head right back to the pen
Seems like i can't escaped this world of sin
Judgement for this young thug in the end
Time's up - this thug caught a slug
In another town trying to slang drugs
My moms pray for my soul
As i lay below
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
Chorus...
Geah
You how we do it
5.Till I Die
Geah
Thug shit, nigga
G's in the y-2-k
Hey, what can i say？ (geah)
Hoo-bangin's official, nigga
And right now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass
(killa)
Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit (west
side!)
Check it out
Feel a little gust of wind so i jet
This real nigga dwells from compton, no shit
Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales
County bus rolls through - niggas trips to jail
What the hell won't trade it, high class can't fade it
Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it
Y'all niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks
Land of the green weed and cars that ？？？？ hops
Don't stop - packin' my heat and beretta
Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather
Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!)
It's a done deal when i hit you run way
Y'all niggas must be gay, smilin' and shakin'
How this bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention
Never fakin' the funk, punk, i pops the trunk
4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah
Till i die nuthin' but makin' cheese
Till i die tryin' to come up on ki's
Till i die nuthin' but guns and weed
Till i die givin' you just what you need
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled
Front line nigga for dollars is my nigga
But i'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers
Till my dying day i lay away
Till my very last breath, nigga, i swear to make you pay
Guilty conscience？ never me!
Last night nigga done caught a felony
Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote
Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc!
Shake down cause these niggas fuckin' with yours
Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door
Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope？
Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, i want more
Lock down for me on the bus downtown
Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah
Chorus...
Till i die is gon' be h double o
B-a-n-g-i-n fo' sho'
Niggas never thought that they would ever see me
With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-t
We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's
Shovin' 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0's
So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens
We be juggin' up sherman - and rockin' up chicken
(what you need, nigga？)
Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch
And bust on the muthafuckin' neighborhood watch
My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 rover
I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over
I take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin'
Me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin'
Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga
Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so i ride until i die,nigga
Chorus...
6.Hold Up
Eiht：
We sending this one out right here
To all the young thug and young hustlers out there
You know i'm sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin'
In the hood yo' i'm sayin', ya know how it is
Trying to keep it tight, you know i'm sayin'
Geah
Born and raised a black youth, no happy days
My moms and pops went they separate ways
Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids
No house, a damn tight situation we in
Hit the streets to look for work and pay
So her kids can have it better than she had one day
Try to teach me some rules, 'get a's in school
Keep your head up high and don't run with the fools'
That was the lesson, always listen to moms
Bible she totin, always quotin from psalms
Young but i'm knowin' the right thang to do
Know the things to say when times is blue
Times is hard and really unfortunate
I'm young and i really don't like the shit
But i dream nice things when i sleep at night
When i grow up i'll make everything alright
Sing
Soultre'：
I know it's hard sometimes
But if you can make a way, you need to hold up
I know a better way
And if you can wait today it'll be alright...
Eiht：
Now i'm 15, my life done hit a split screen
What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene
Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes
Skip school, saggin' my jeans and blow green
My moms don't know where i get the shit from
If you keep trippin' you know the outcome
Laid up somewhere, or in jail
Makin' collect calls tryin' to make bail
Hell, and you know how i struggle for the cheddar
Before i give it away better get it together
My guilty conscience sayin' not no listen
The other have tellin' me, keep a good intention
Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own
Too much to deal with, i really don't feel shit
Young thug ready to take on the world
Who made my life take such a twirl
C'mon
Chorus...
Now my situation's changed, no chains remain
Now i try to check out the game and cause pain
Long live the days of homeboys and straps
Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps
Make snaps off raps, reminiscin' of days
Good part is shot up while 'more bounce' plays
Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future
Keep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot ya
Rob a nigga blind, just like stevie
I used to do the same when a nigga was greedy
But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it's strong
Now i clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songs
Trying to make it up on a stage from doin' a bid
Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids
Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind
Yeah boy, this world is mine
Geah
Chorus...
7.So Ruff
Geah
Geah
Geah
Hoo-bang, nigga
Some of that futuristic shit
For that ass
Keepin it thuggish, though
Check it out
The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough
Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff
Eiht had enough, i'm smoking my fluff
Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough
My theme is i push music to driveby
I slide through, scoop up four and ride high
Strap under the seat my hood technique
As i destroy your block like _dante's peak_
Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun
On my turf puttin in work since day one
Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues
Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news
John walsh, wash me up, you're crazy
Havin my face captured 180
Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, fuck
The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck
Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
That makes niggas from the hood stay tough
Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs
16, double the stash, you do the math (2x)
I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack
And in fact, homebody, you know what gun i pack
Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin
When they ask make fast and start heatin
Niggas ain't fuckin around - dodge mine
Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down
Keep your face to the ground, don't even look
No positive id and all the money was took
Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches
Took a trip across town just to floss my riches
Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin
One more hit on your house where y'all nappin
Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour
The hollow point shower
The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour
Straight, eiht regulate my thug power
My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it
Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it
Stay down, hoo-bangin niggas takin over
G's in lows puttin holes up in a rover
Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes
Real thugs hail from the west, first rule
In fact, we the first bloods and crips
First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop
Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats
Pepetratin fresh coast, tryin to roll our streets
Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight
Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite
Lucky though, i give you a pass and let you go
I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show
Geah
Hoo-bang, nigga
That makes niggas from the turf stay tough
Geah
Westside, you know
Sometimes in the hood it's so rough
Geah, you know what we do
That makes niggas from the turf stay tough
8.All Around The Hood
Geah
Cmw one time, c'mon
Half ounce
Millenium money
Geah
Who wanna ride with me and make some money-money？
One-times is hot on my trails, ain't shit funny
My mind state： we can get the cash
Kick in the back door, some punk ass and smash
You wit' me？ you can have paper to floss
You can ride around the town, play the big boss
Lil' niggas dying to be on yo' team
Everybody looking your way, you got cream
No fucking tattle tales, trips to jail
Have a all-around trip like back with mail
Hell, it feels good still, dips the hood
Compton, long beach, watts and inglewood
Hoes, holler back if you like the mack
Of the west walkin' nigga who ready for contact
You slide with yo' homie if you love the town
Ruffnecks and fly girls keep holding it down
Geah
Chorus..
All around the hood we go
You wanna take a trip？ then come visit california
And roll with me through the hood on daytonas
I take you to my kick-it spots
Where all the homies got they glock cocked ready to pop
That's how we do it over here, what's happ'nin？
We drink beers, smoke guns and play mackin'
Well, it's the same old bullshit in every ghetto
But niggas in my hood don't listen to heavy metal
Just that real deal hard knock life shit
Only smoke the greenery, never that white shit
Who said my nigga binky mack ain't got tracks？ (who？)
Who said compton's most wanted don't pack straps？ (who？)
Me and eiht 'bout to show you fools where is at
Talkin smack to your bitches behind our backs
But life goes on in the neighborhood
It's all bad, ain't a damn thang all good
Chorus...
Lifestyles of a ghetto star in a ghetto car
Ghetto nigga for life, always up to par
Meet me at the spot if y'all smokin'
Party at the hood house, no jockin'
Same shit, different day, one lesson
Hoes'll set your ass up, so packs the smith ＆ wesson
Same story on my block, what about yours？
Girls get down like they live, sometimes the blood pours
Geah
Chorus...
Once again
I said it before
Half ounce
Millenium money
Geah
9.Must Be Murder
Geah
Yo, hoo-bangin' niggas offcials for the year 2g
I want y'all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh
Hoo-bangin', what's up
Geah
Ya know this ？？？ muthafucka's life ain't shit
Right here
Creepin' up on your ass
For the year 2g
Must be murder
Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep
It's critical nigga, it's too deep
Fuck, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep
Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street
Old school fool, pack choose the rules
Confrontation, confront blazing tool
My mighty black sword is ready to duel
No sympathy when punishment's include
Back the fuck up, niggas, i act up
Homerun-hitter, the quick nine-spitter
When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks
Of seein porno flicks, done criminal acts
Y'all ain't touching my squad
Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card
Mock my life, nigga, it's too hard
Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred
Must - be murder
Hoo-bangin' for life ain't no joke
Must be murder
Reppin' the west, so watch the gun smoke
I know my momma be praying her lord save me
I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily
You're crazy, y'all ain't from my spot, so push
Before your dead body's recovered, multiple shots
You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you're strong
You're wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition
Touch ya, hoo-bang niggas who ride
Who roll on your side ready to die
Who lights up your life with hot flames
Real straight game, thug life's the game
Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning
Niggas like me keeps the world spinnin'
I ain't done yet, enemies don't tempt me
Unload episodes until my clip empty
Y'all ain't gettin' the front line
Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine
Chorus...
Criminal mind, but this time a west coast loc
Can't stand a compton nigga slangin' slugs like fuckin coke
Money made the illegal way, i roll the regal way
Brown paper bag full of baggies to maintain
Just can't stay away from hood niggas
Hood bitches, hood towns and hood sounds
Fuck anybody who disrespect get chin-checked
Fly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deck
Expect the worst in the hood if you gon' kick it
Doors open, murder show, go get your ticket
Sly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico-
Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick it
The guns ready to straight catch ya
Murder was the case, trying to hide my face
Evil as they come
I clicks the fuckin' nine gun, y'all fools best to run
Chorus...
Geah
Hoo-bangin's official
You know how the fuck we do it
Real niggas
In the y2k
Doin' what the fuck we gotta do
Y'all niggas perpetrating
You know, keep it thug over here
You know, keep it thug right here, hoo-bangin' official
Y'all niggas is just like us
Real niggas on the block is how we keep it
Never fakin' the funk
4-5's and 9's catchin' you, nigga
Till the day we die, fool
Geah
Compton, nigga
Geah
10.Lunatic
Geah
Jig a geah
Nigga, geah
Check, geah
Nigga, geah
Uh, c'mon...
I'm sittin' here trippin', mind playin' tricks
Tryin' to make it hot while rubbin two sticks
Anyboby killa, several conflicts
Dead on arrival, the message is survival
Only the strong get it on
I do my creepin' nightly, nigga, with the chrome
Last place niggas get caught up first
I ain't satisfied, so i follow the hearse
Check the verse
Situation end up worse
As i release the heat on my ？label？ that's cursed
Back up, bitch, my shit spits down
4-5 fully auto, never down
Wanna dance with the evil in the pale moon light？
Didn't know that i blast anything on sight？
Murder at night, side-busters best take flight
As they dead bodies covered in the sheets that's white
I'm a lunatic
Geah
When i bust the strap everybody...
I'm a lunatic
Geah
Your days is done
When i bust the gun
Everybody better run
I'm dreamin' more nightmares when i sleep
My steez, a nigga like me n 2 deep
Creep with me as i invade your mind
Be a killa with me as i pass the nine
Don't be a weak muthafucka, get your brain on strap
Hit the blunt one more time 'fore we hit the gat
Got to dis 'em, food on my plate, blood on my hands
Lesson number one if you plan for grands
Follow my lead as we enter the place
Shoot anything that move and aim for the face
Race against the clock, a minute to ten
Good time, everybody's tied down in the den
Listen, a killa for hire, expert
Don't talk, only point out of work
Smart move, nigga, ready to skirt
Ain't no jam, prepare yourself, cause this might hurt
I'm a lunatic
When i grab the gun
Everybody better run
Cause your days is done
I'm a lunatic
When i bust the strap
Peel a cap
Everybody adapt
I'm a lunatic
Better run
When i bust the gun
Your days is done
I'm a lunatic
When i enter your home
I bust the chrome
Geah
Y'all best back on up, i act up
The blood that you spill just like a cracked cup
Your attitude, kill it, mines they wanna steal it
Bitches, y'all can feel it, any caps, i peel it
Warning, killin' niggas, strike in morn'
And stay around the crime scene till the cops start swarmin
Smile in your face while i mess with the case
Through the streets a fast race while your boys gettin' chased
No mace, only shootin' gats with slugs
Directed straight at the mug tryin' to kill this thug
I work that thing on my back, so i blast back
But that's the quick instict of how a killa react
The straight aim i possess is what they lack
Droppin'em one by one with a 80 mac
Chips i stack, muthafuckas need to quit
I bang for life and y'all can't handle the shit
I'm a lunatic
I enter your home
Release the chrome
Straight for your dome
I'm a lunatic
Your day is done
I pops the gun
You're best to run
I'm a lunatic
Enter your home
Release the chrome
Straight for your dome
I'm a lunatic
You're best to run
I bust the gun
You're best to run
You're best to run, run
Geah
Hoo-bang one time, nigga
Geah, c'mon
Lunatic, get'em
Geah
Geah
For the y2g
Hoo-bangin' gangstas
Hoo-bangin' affiliates
Hoo-bangin' official, nigga
Geah
Luna...
Geah
Luna - tic, c'mon
What tha fuck!
11.Hood Ratz
Geah
Geah
(c'mon)
Sendin' this one right here
To all the girls out there that get down like they live
Fuck it
Roll with the hoo-bangers
Geah
You like the way i get down like y'all live
Check it out
Y'all know the
Bitch i need, nuthin but cash and weed
Out of town trips, slips my cash with speed
Don't get it twisted, no captain
But i'm cappin' and duckin'
While a hoe hides me out and i'm steadily fuckin'
Doin your thang
While i teach you how to hop on planes
Get this cream from this fool with the country name
Same day you get back, my bankroll stack
As a matter of fact, you know i like that
Sticky bitches have niggas straight spendin' they dough
Ya know cash runs everything around a hoe
Greedy as fuck, a chicken tryin' to scheme on chickens
Greedy as fuck, to pay the bitch, she keep on lickin'
I love the hoe
She's out to get my paper fo' sho'
Anytime and place she ready to go
Love scratch
No pigeon in the world could match
Simple as fuck
Hood rats ain't hard to catch
Geah
Hood rats
We lovin 'em ho's, we lovin 'em ho's
C'mon, geah
Sing with me...
C'mon geah
Sneaky cause she wanna just fuck for ends
Fuck and spend, fuck, run tell yo' friens
All of y'all do their fuckin' shit
All your homegirl, bitch, who you fuckin' with
Gossip you spit
Put each other up on game
On which nigga's got chips, routine's the same
Shakin' that ass with the jiggle and twitch
In the club bustin', knowin i'ma want that bitch
You ain't seein a nigga ghetto rich
Ghetto fab, ghetto star
Hop off stage, ？？？bless thou？？
No questions asked, that's the role you play
You hit me up on monday
Fuck the bitch anyway
It ain't nuthin'
And leave suckas say： the bitch good for somethin
Anywhere, any day, any hour
In front of anybody, in the shower
Geah
Hood rats
I'm lovin 'em ho's, i'm lovin 'em ho's
Geah ya know how it goes...
Hood rats...
Geah, check me out
Is she or she not the top notch？
Watch the peddle pushers and rocks in a ？？？？？
How she cop, bitch flips, trips, no sleepin
Back to the club where she strips on a weekend
You know what i'm speakin' she's out to get yo' bread
？？？？ up, choke up, showin some leg
Get down like you live and get down on a dime
You bring yo' homegirl, that's fine
Who is better？
I got the chedder ready to spend
With a video tape so i can record the date
Fuckin' with eiht it's all good
Now back that ass up like you know you should
Know the game alive, toss chips
Watch you get down and start movin' the crowd
Geah, say it loud
Hoo-bangers, we get down on that shit, you know
Chorus...
12.Once Upon A Time N' The Ghetto
Geah
You know how the fuck we do it
It's thug shit
Y'all wit' me？
C'mon, geah
Hey...
Once upon a time in the ghetto you're stuck
In the ghetto you're fucked
Ah - press your luck
I said once upon a time in the ghetto
You're through
Once upon a time in the ghetto
It's like you
Check it out
(verse 1)
My life has been like gun blast every night
Stop the car, searched down with a flashlight
'where's the gun？ where's the dope？'
The drive-by last week they try to pin, there's no hope
Wishin' i wasn't the victim, better yet the suspect
Waitin to run a warrant check
'what set you from？ what side of town？
Nigga like you must be ready to get down'
Hold up now, cause i start to speak my mind
I question the place of the ride and what time
'speak your mind one more time, you're through'
They found a bullet that i stashed in my shoe
Fuck, now they gon' tear up the car
Try to lock me in a cell that's as tight as a jar
But that's the way it's goin' down, the gang story's told
Tomorrow might be the same episode
Chorus...
Once upon a time n' the ghetto you're through
Once upon a time n' the ghetto i'm like you
Once upon a time n' the ghetto you're stuck
In the ghetto you're fucked
Ah - press your luck
I said...
(verse 2)
Y'all can follow me, see how gangstas walk
Real killas spit the strap and don't talk
Set trip, murder at night, we stalk
Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the chalk
I keeps my enemies close
Last night seen a life straight turn to ghost
My position is to roll through round-the-clock
Keeps watch on the one times down the block
You hear the click with the bang-bang, then you stop
Try to run, but the chest burn makes you drop
My comrads and criminals through hard time
I ride for y'all niggas, pop goes my nine
I do the crime, the point is mine
Look around the clockwork, it ain't hard to find
Any block, ward or burrough, you know what i speak
Your clients all cross the street if yo' product is weak
Chorus...
(verse 3)
Y'all fools come up short on the work and try to cheat us
Cold niggas, cold-ass world, catch the heaters
Burn you bitch-ass niggas, you can't beat us
Another life lost, you never will defeat us
Gun smoke's the outcome i predict
Locked down, never that, nickel slick
Try to cheat a nigga for dollars, 'holla holla'
Is the sound that you make for cuttin' off the cake
Fake niggas, i hate yo' face, niggas
Seal your fate, no safety on the triggers
Ditches for the bodies i dump i dig bigger
Puttin mo' dick to ya than dirk diggler
Static cling, bust straps, you ears ring
Funeral day, the sad songs to sing
Nigga shoulda known by now it's mines
Step now or charriots will swing
Chorus...
Hoo-bangin' one time, check it out
Hoo-bangin' two times, check it out
Compton one time, nigga
Compton two times, bitch
Geah
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