1.Under Attack
Heeeyyy, uhh, half ounce in yo mouth
Check it out, half ounce in the house
Chrous：bring the yellow tape nigga fosho,
Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas hell no,
Fools ready to die,
Don't be afraid,
Bring your gun and your sac cuzz we under attack,
Verse 1：
Takes no chances,
End with up that least circumstances,
Keeps a cool composure,
One time's takin those glances,
Who be's your enemy on the evilest team,
Racketeerin all your c.r.e.a.m.,
Havin your worst bad dreams,
Pesos for all the amigos
And the sistas,
How ya likin us now,
Competitas gon' bow,
Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner,
Keeps my hand in the pie like little jack horner,
Soldiers on my left right ready to die,
Infiltraters six feet keeps our head to the sky,
Its a cold cruel world tryin to watch my back,
Got these cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack,
Shiit!! for the paper,
Street dreams and all,
Best be ready to hit the doo' when the one times call,
Gots the picture its still for the money son,
And if you're bailin' through compton you betta bring a gun,
Chrous： 2x
Verse2： boom bam
I deliever my blow it could be fatal,
Get yo ass smashed like potatoes and gravy,
Maybe with some prctice you can fade me,
But i doubt it, picked up the compton time
And read about it, how my crew makes the front page
In a rage, in a live concert blowin blunts on stage,
People swingin' on a chasity and got the place packed
To the maximum capacity, people comin from far and near,
To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check
it out,
When we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair,
Straight chronic smoke up in the air,
So get it straight nigga,
Boom-bam and eiht nigga,(geeyyaa),
Peeped yo' game from the start nigga,
We know you fake nigga,
We gots to keep a close eye fools under our backs,
Lock the gates sound the guns cuzz we under attack.
Chrous：2x
Verse3： mc eiht
Betta' watch out for the murder i wrote, black super spokes
Black stars and a black leather coat, on a mission,
Dead presidents i gots to stackin, enemies can't see the ya-ya
In my jacket, best raise up before i set it off on g.p.,
First rule if you tryin' to bring harm to me,
Felony case catcher to the first degree,
Like the ginger bread man yall can't catch me,
On the run stilla nigga held no jail cells,
Keeps two steps ahead, no traces for feds,
Phone taps instead, on the celluar phone,
Dumb as fuck cuzz they don't know the number was called,
Outta the country, d.a. on the payroll yall,
Me and a little senortia on my side the black heater,
Sweeter than the rest, paid pounds at gate sippin,
While shippin to the u.s.a.,
Chrous：3x
2.Kind Of Pimpish
Come on y'all, hey
And this how we gon' do it
How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho's get down like you live you know the business
How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho's get down like you live...
Nigga better check yourself before you think about fuckin' with
these
Muthafuckas always makin' the cheese
187's for the triggers we squeeze
Fool please, like a bitch
Drop to your knees
Be the bad-ass fool in the game
All the ho's be scream my name
Throwin' that ass, it's a damn shame
Must the game
So a nigga be bringin' the pain
Ho's
Still stand too tall and never fallin'
Player haters perpetrate
Standin' too close because we ballin'
No competition
But they wishin' they could dodge 5-0
Lay back in the cut
Get sucked and fucked
By a gang of hoodrat ho's
Thought you knew
The way we bring it to you it's on the real
From the days of wayback packin' my strap
On the west side of the hill
Always chill with a gang of ho's
Cluck cluck pesos everyday
Be the bomb, show you love
So all the skirts head my way
P-a-i-d, no t-l-c
Hell no, we never beg
Take the dick down your throat
Don't choke and open up them legs
Nuff said
Presidents dead cause you know
That be's the business
Get down like you live cause y'all check it, what what is this
How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho's get down like you live you know the business
How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish
Ho's get down like you live you know the business
How you likin' me now, hey
How you likin' me now, uh, geah one two
How you likin' me now, geah, hey, geah
I know the story's all the same
But the names have changed so y'all can peeps my mission
Nigga gone off the weed
Tryin' to feed with speed and take my damn position
Get my buck on, watch a nigga get the fuck on
While he stabbin'
I'm laughin'
My nigga just got his duck on
Lovin' it so it must be right can't be wrong
With a pocket full of stones
Rib bones and greenery, that's blown
Home grown, watch your tone
Homeboy you can't be from round here
Westside 'bout it 'bout it, we blowin' chronic all year
No fear
For all the niggas and bitches in short skirts
Don't fuck around, represent the town, nobody gon' get hurt
More work, birds fly with ease, steady cluckin' cheese, you
know？
And y'all can't fuck around cause we dodge from 5-0
If you knew
Then i guess its your time to straight go
While you layin' in the ground, i creep around and fuck your ho'
I thought you knew
About this time
We gotta get money
I gotta get mine
Chorus...
Hey
Come on y'all
Half ounce in the house one time
Come on y'all, hey
X-fact's in the house two times
Come on y'all, hey
How you likin' us now, geah
3.Me ＆ My Bitch
Geah (check it out)
One two, one two
Hey
Geah (one two one two)
Check it out, uh
I can't fuck with a proper bitch
Cause she wants me to save her
I can't flow
I'd rather fucks with a greedy bitch (geah)
Cause the bitch is much cheaper
So here we go
There's a thin line between a dollar and a hand which just
connected
With that hand belonged to you then you'd be the one that's most
suspected
So to deal with this here, i needs all of mine
Cause stacking g's and smoking trees is really all that's on my
mind
And i'm trying to find me a chicken with thick legs and smooth
skin
With a cool panty line and lots of paper to spend
Cause where me and eiht about to go
I know there's chickens for days
You best to bring your ben franklins
But never will we pay to play
It's more the other way around cause nowadays that's how it goes
So grab the rest of your girls and let me put a lock on this
door
We gon' to be doin this all night or release till we run outta
smoke
But see that shit will never happen so just prepare to get
stroked
Cause the way we like to do don't get no better than this
Mission one is now done, hop in the beamer with slip
So while the players are still hating, trying to ruin the game
You'll see eiht and hight t travelling plane to plane
I can't fuck with a proper bitch
Cause she wants me to save her
I can't flow
I'd rather fuck with a hoodrat
Cause the bitch is much cheaper, so here we roll
Geah
One two one two
Geah
One two one two
Check it out
One two one two
Geah
When i gotta
Rolls royce for the bitches that want up in it
With a black super sport next to a 5 hundred benz
Ends out the anus making 'em famous
Racketeerin now i'm flippin while i'm tipping and taking trips
'cross the border
Under cover watch my ki's keep jinglin'
Got the page from my nigga h.b. he's bringin
Top dollar bitches, who got love to give
Ain't no time for playing games, get down like you live
We might spend a little ends tonight, so get it cracking (geah)
No time for masquerades, boom bam pull down the shades can we
hurry
I got a little business at 9
Quickly i slides out
To the next hide out
Underground tunnels
Can't see me on top
You know my little senorita
I roll for the drop
Keeps me paid
Cause ain't nuthin' changed but the weather
No sneak attacks she's strapped with the beretta
Whatever y'all bounces and whatever y'all ounce is whatever you
need
We deliver with speed
I can't fuck with a proper bitch (geah)
Cause she wants me to save her
I can't flow
I'd rather fuck with a hoodrat
Cause the bitch is much cheaper
So here we go, uh
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch
By any means do anything to keep us rich
She hops on the plane for the return trips
In and out, back and forth just to stack my chips
I said...
Nobody knows my name, who's in the limos？
Tinted windows, fuck toss in the demos
Wrong one son, heavy weights the rap
And if you can't start with a hundred best beware for the cap
Keep it moving and guns keep tucked up in the coat
Judge dredd and the feds on my back when i float
Gots my little senorita on my way to the shop
I'm on my way back to the west to plea no contest
False arrest
But y'all know how o.j. did it (geah)
Cost about 2 million get me straight acquitted
D.a. on the payroll, two steps ahead
Keeps a smile on my face, you in a ？powder？ of red
Best bring my cash and don't be late
My senorita with your product get it straight upstate
Locked down
Got a gang of stories for my celly
Return trips with chips strapped to her belly
Meet her at the telly, collect my fee
While your counting from the pen, i'll hit y'all up at 3
I said
Me and my bitch, me and my bitch
By any means, do anything to keep us ritch
She hops on the plane for the return trips
In and out, back and forth just to stacks my chips
I can't fuck with a proper bitch
Cause she wants us to save her
I can't flow
We'd rather fuck with the greedy bitches
Cause they outs to get paper
So here we go...
Uh, half ounce one time (hello!)
Check it out
Half ounce one time
Just me and my bitch
4.Can I Get Mine？
Check it out
(chorus)
Can i get mine？ can i get your money？ cause ain't a damn thing
funny
Niggas you know the deal
Needs nuthin' but cash
Serves the late night fiends to collects my green
Peeps the dramatics
Still no time for static
Paper to all my crew
You know how we do
Controls the work force
Y'all know what i'm speakin'
Broke niggas i gets my clown on, ho's i gets my pound on
Silk shirts to leather kicks with flicks in paris
Smoke bud in every state, no cases filed for rape
Can't escapes that
It's the life of the rhymer, fool
Me please, i insist to make g's
Chills at the top dollar spots with bitches
So they can get a glance at the eihthype riches
Bitches they wanna follow and peeps my route
But soon catch a hollow and be assed out
Ain't no competition
Wishing on a star
Won't get your ass to very far
Dumps out the car, gives a fuck who you are
Picks up the stank ho's that chill at the bar
Chorus...
Come on, uh
Half ounce one time
Represent, geah
Soul assassins two time
Represent, geah
You know how we do, you know how we do
Who lounges the best with bitches by the pool
Shooting pool, laid back, we too cool
Muggs with all the china white, still heavy weighting
For the cops to instigate fools player hating
Two bitches on my arm
But i ain't greedy
As i gives to the needy, picks up real speedy
You know who moves the crowd like a hot a.k.
Money spends, bitches throw ass my way
Gives me lots of pesos for the 'migos
Pump it hottie, eihthype rocks the party
Who gets away to pay the d.a.
So i can float around to make my pay
Pay backs a muthafucka you know？
Fools that short stop best beware for the pop
Niggas stop, drop and roll
+youse a customer+, heavy weights is straight hustlers
Chorus...
Geah
Eihthype one time
You know how we do, you know how we do
Geah
My nigga muggs with his china white still pushing that
Soul assassin two times come on
Half ounce one time, uh
Geah
Check it out, uh
5.Compton 4 Death
Geah
One two, one two, uh
(compton 4 death...)
And how's the fuck we gon' doin' in this one
Y'all don't hear me up in here
Geah
Half ounce one time, stick'em
Represent
Eight years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes
So i said this rhyme i'm about to say
I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way
Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground
And everybody heard about the compton sound
Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skan'less hoes
To the baby kids making the hood grow
Can you feel me？ gotta make my pay!
To the niggas that wanna kill me： i don't play!
Walk this way, no foul play i'm n 2 deep
One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps
Sometimes makes me wanna holler
How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your
dollar？
Nuthin' to lose, i choose to get a rep
Step, yep nigga, compton 4 death, hit me
Compton 4 death...
Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this
Representin' eazy e's compton city g's
My buckshots put holes in your truck windows
Another casket closed as the church choir blows
Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap
Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap
Gotta get your - mean green to spend
Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend
To the westside connect with these gangsta threats
Commence to represent them compton streets
My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (boom boom)
The murder i wrote with intent to die
To the pen cause i'ma do you in for the killin'
Straight to hell and back, big black mack
I'm strapped
On the daily, compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep
Compton 4 death
Compton 4 death...
Geah
One two one two, stick'em
Half ounce in the house, c'mon
One two one two, geah
Half ounce in the house, c'mon
One two one two
How the fuck we do it
Represent
Follow e down the road to the terror dome
A-wax keep totin' my fucking chrome
Takin you to the year two thou'
How you like me now？
Keep servin' you with the pow
No time to think, my instinct's do or die
When i ride for the west side nuthin' but high
Bitches don't cry
It'll be some other sad love shit
Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit
Pay attention while i mention how i been payin' dues
Since boulevard and corduroys and high school
When bitches talk shit we straight pump
When bloods and crips commence to chalk 'em
Givin it to you, the real deal now you know
Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow
Sittin on top of the world, s'yep
C.m.w. no love, compton 4 death geah
One two one two stick'em
Half ounce in the house stick'em
Compton in the house stick'em
And all y'all butt-naked lick'em
Geah
And that's how the fuck we do it
Representin' the west
Geah
6.Tha Business
Geah (hey)
Bitch
Get down like you live, hey, uh
Get down like you live
Geah
Uh, we's a gang a player niggas that's out for dough
Gettin money 24
My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough
Floss around like kingpins in a rag 5-0
Can't nuthin' touch us - cause we's a
Tight-ass click
Rolex presidential
Filled with diamonds and shit
Who pull the licks straight
Pound after pound since '88
Shoe boxes full with cash meant to stash from the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause i'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr. tony the blacker baron
My bitches in g-strings covered by donna caren
Mr. tony never leave ya： bye bye!
Versace suits with the fuckin' collar - butterfly
Cristal everybody drinkin'
Bitches ain't gettin' in if their pussy stinkin'
Check it out
You know tha business, you know tha business
Step back and peep
And say what is this
A gang of player niggas
That's out for dough
Getting money 24
Lil' hawk fo' sho'
Geah
Peeping my nigga
We fucking hoes by the dozen
Walking around
This muthafucka too buzzing
？？？？？？？ drink posted in my hand
'cardi and dom
Cause i'm the muthafuckin man
Step with a stroll
Little hawky too cold
On speakers that's ？？？？ i play them ho's on the low
You know
How the shit be going
When we be blitzed
High as fuck
And now them hookers sucking dicks
Aha aha, i needs them muthafuckin millions on the west
So i can roll in a benz
And have a big lex
On top of the world
Is f-o-e
When i'm lettin' your ass know this is c-p-t
4-4 mags keep niggas tight
When we trying to stack them ends on the late night hype
Hustlin' is how a nigga make move
For the business, my record blow up faster to
Triple
You know the business
You know tha business (geah) you know tha business
Step back and peep
And say what is this
A gang of player niggas
That's out for dough
Getting money 24
Big nasty fo' sho'
You see tonight we gettin' deep
In gucci and armani
Gator boots and boogie suits
With the button from versace
Diamond down is a must
And a considerable part of our gear from the ？？？？ princess cut
To the 6 pound studs in my ear
Hoppin out of the two-tone rolls
Killa ？？？？ on my toes, got me
Steady hollerin at ho's, this niggas cold and it shows
Diamonds shining
These beggars steady blindin
Peepin ho's i be findin and grindin, figures steady climbin'
Who smoke weed the most？
Cristal when we toast
In j-boogie coats
300 foot speed boats
Smokin' pounds of yay
Nigga we guzzlin courvassier
Girl these nasty and eiht
And these mobsters don't play
Get down like you live
Hey
Geah (we ain't fakers)
You know tha business
Get down like you live
Geah
You know tha business, bitch, you know tha business
Step back and peep
And say what is this
A gang of player niggas
That's out for dough
Getting money 24
Ah ah, fo' sho'
Best stay the fuck up out my pockets
Cash flows to blast off like rockets
Anybody sippin'
Cristal - i ain't trippin
Cause the papers to burn
Tommy hil from head to toe
With the heads to turn
Jet boats
Bitches in bikinis with life coats
Max in the isles of hawaii
Or the alpine slopes
Fur coats keep the bitches smilin'
A little diamond
Keep the pussy for a little while and
I'll be gone
Mr. tony street tycoon
Lounging, 4 rottweilers, 5 bedrooms (hey)
Basketball court with a olympic pool
Big screen, sony play station geah, that's kinda cool
You wanna max？
7 digits on my new contracts
Guarantee paper stacks, dips in - nautica slacks
Y'all know who's the macks
And bitches - this ain't no game
Cause ain't a damn thang changed
And the names stay the same
Get down like you live
Geah
Get down like you live ho'
You know the muthafuckin business
Eiht hype, mob town and we outta this bitch
Geah
7.Any Meanz
Geah (check it out)
In the muthafuckin' house (geah)
For the paper
Mr tony back in the house regulate y'know i'm sayin'
Half ounce hoodlums in the house
Geah
Deadly decisions is what i'm bringin'
Be's the problem solver when my revolver starts singin'
A thin line between life and death you're stuck
When my mind turns corrupt so i'm mentally fucked
I be bringin' the pain like meth
Inject the meth in your vain you're seeing thangs insane
Hollow points start to spit
Regulate your block no bullshit
Bust a u-turn the tyres burn rubber g
Retaliation of the robberies after me
No aftermath
Instead the bloodbath keep steerin' the b.g.'s on the west path
Chest blast
Buckshots touch yo' whole side
N 2 deep no sleep when we ride claim that west gang
Always the side of ridahs
Gang of arms out the windows is if we responds
Homicides： points chalked up for the victory
Y'all know it's compton 4 life, ain't no killin' me
Chorus： (x2)
For years we've been accustomed to serves the fiends
On the streets keeps the works stuffed away in jeans
Bitches and niggas do damnest things
Buck buck for the paper by any meanz...
I needs cheese no bullshit you better know it
If it's a contest to be the greediest i'ma show it
It's all for the scrilla
Divine, cristal, no wine, top biller
Seven digits is the destiny
Don't let the feds, the clock-heads get the best of me
You know who got it, heavyweight
No sacks premium shit
Bitches beg mr. tony： you just don't quit!
Cash flows to make fat flips since '86
Where the cash connects western union through mix
Hoes got the pick up straight back and no stoppin'
And watch out for the bird
Cause they just might got the word
Who runs to west side got the bitches on deck
Check it, for 20's and 50's they gettin' naked
Y'all knows the deal it's complication nines i tote
On a mission, premonition, money flips to coke
Chorus...
One time got me on a foot pursuit
Yell freeze in the air as they start to shoot (get up!)
Money that i loot thus begins the chase
Plea's no contest when i'm slapped with a case
Judge put my bail at a mill
Free as a bird, lawyer tryin' to fight appeal
Still got the co - nnections which direction
Fly birds straight through your intersection
Reflections of the way life used to be
Where me amigos gave lots of love on the kilos
Servin' the g way
Five hun' floats on the freeway
In the d-game got a street name blowin' the chronic
Too difficult to get with the west ebonics
No gin and tonic, situations ironic
Bullets spittin' too fast like my fingers bionic
Chorus...
8.Tough Guyz
Yo
Geah
Yo
Half ounce in the house, what？
Check it out, check it out
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit, geah
We got the ho's locked down
Half ounce in the house
It's like this
Mon diggi
Yo
Stick 'em
My visions outta focus cause i lit the hocus-pocus
All i'm leavin' for you vultures is a couple of cockroaches
Mon-diggi split your wiggy - probably incidental
When i rape your instrumental but we gon' keep that confidential
I really can keep a secret but you tellin' lies
Hesitant to represent
You like a bitch in disguise
Talkin' about you need a trend so you can wet the tough guyz
And suspense is your evidence, lay it to scuff guys
Must i - do the cappin', i would love to keep rappin'
But i heard you always packin' and bitch-made when it come to
scrappin'
Mon-d, sinister m.c. is x-fac'in'
Lookin' for your captain so i can smack and p.d. wack him
My tactics are more than just bad bitches and back
Shiiit, jackie chan would fuck around and get his ass blasted
Stupid bastard - diggi blessed the session
Niggas in my section are lookin' for some new direction
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We gots the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on payin', don't give a fuck what you sayin'
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We gots the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin', so fuck what you sayin', geah
We got problems that you wouldn't believe
The world is filled with hatred, player haters and greed (geah)
And i can't lie - cause we all done took part in it
And ain't no pointin' no muthafuckin' fingers of who done
started it
You gotta be down for your get down
You gotta be ready to put your hit down
Then ready to split your grip down (geah)
The middle - gotta be fair
Signs posted in the hood, all niggas beware, now check it
(check it out)
One time can't maintain no order
They the ones gettin' checked, need a restrainin' order (chin
chin)
Against niggas like me that's on the warpath
So get your umbrellas ready because the forecast is gloomy
My extra large t-shirt be roomy
For the gat that i pack, new jacks that wanna do me
L.a. is the place where punks die quick
(half ounce is the click you can't fuck with)
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We got the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'...
Criminal minded's the kingpin, i starts my lootin'
Killin' these bitch-ass niggas when i starts my shootin'
Hundred miles and runnin' stops from the cops
In the back seat hops as i starts to pop
Givin' a fuck, got the extra clip in the under cover
Blast with the ski mask, blame it on another
Old dirty e from the c-p-t
Still kill from c to shine m.c.
Deadly catastrophe
Competition, compete it's costly
Killing you softly
Holes in your body with the shotty (boom boom)
Where's the party, it's killin' any - body (geah)
Ho's turn silly like the ？？？
Evil stunts like ？？？ packs my piece
Before i escape, uh
Eiht ain't done yet
Kill 'em all
And ride into the sunset
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We got the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin' so what you sayin'
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We got the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'
Geah
Come on
Half ounce in the house
Half ounce in your mouth bitch
9.Got Cha Humpin'
Geah
My nigga muggs in the house
Who keeps you humpin'
Eihthype keeps you thumpin'
Always into somethin'
Westside got it going on
Westside got it going on
Who creeps in smooth with moves like gotti
Trips to make grips and back to the party
Million dollar holler with the jazzy belles
97 makes moves with the freaky tales
Hold up, stop the presses
Floats to the club and show me love in little short dresses
From 8 at night till 6 in the morn'
Intend to get ？naked？, try to put me on
Tick tock, it don't stop, clock keeps tickin'
Pour one more and wait for the liquor to kick in
Lookin suspicious cause you don't know the game plan
To the v.i.p. you peeps the ？three span？
Naughty as i wanna be, so check it
Drama to the women i perfected to get naked
2 shots of the v.s.o.p. ry
Converstions as i tugs on your bikini
Got to get it, cause i've never had
Takes the party back to my pad, color me bad
Oops... i swoops up in the coupe
One more pussy to loop, i'm knockin the boots
Geah
Who got you humpin'
Eihthype's always bumpin'
Always into somethin' (geah)
Westside's got it goin' on
Number one desperado, packin the hollows
In a nice tight suit with christy to swallow
Who's the role model, bitch butt-naked on the boat
'cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights
Can you feel me？ surfs all night, be rich
500 super sport, low-low's hittin' the switch
Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month
Weekly in the club, gots ho's to hunt
Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese
Ain't never seen three niggas like these
Still gots the connects, pulls china white from muggs
Rolex, more sex by the compton thugs
Senoritas and peso's for the amigos
Wherever the wind blows, you're sure to see those
Heavyweight hustlers that got the green
Chronic, snaps and bitches, the american dream
Geah
Chorus...
Makes me wanna throw my hands up and holler
It all seems like a dream
How we gettin the cream and still in impalas, c'mon
If you gots the time, then i gots the time
Best not be that bitch dropped dime
Stops my money flow, where's my money, hoe？
Out the door, watch the pimp with the gangsta limp
Limo rides, westside, i keep it crackin
Thousand dollar suits while the gators keep snappin
Bird flies in, top dollar bitches to stab
Sets up nice on boom bam ab
Makes me laugh sometimes... ha-ha
Fine bitches and money makes me do the cha cha
Ooh-lah-lah, 'cross the board money to spend
Open the door, bitch, get in
Chorus...
My nigga muggs one time, c'mon
Geah
Ya know how we do, ya know how we do
Come on, get down like you live, get down like you live
Geah
10.Who's Tha Man
Geah
Hey (c'mon)
To the full degree (c'mon, geah check it out)
(check it out)
We 'bout it
Gettin' that paper
We 'bout it
Check it out
Federalies gaffling up so keep it tight
These songs to do wrong so fuck being right
Late nite hype's the fiends
Nobody serves 'em better to the letter
We gets the chedder
To the way back days
Where the half ounce lays
Gun tucked by the nuts
As the one time struts
Gets my bail on cause i ain't tryin' to get caught around here
Be another nigger locked up for the next 10 years
No shapiro, no ？sapino？, big bambino
Roulette spends 20 g's in the casino
Hits the blackjack decked in armani
(in a 9-6-5 i'm clyde, my bitch is bonnie)
Too sweet
Better yet too clean, pickin' the paper
Takin' you there like the staples, but they ain't catchin' no
vapors
You can't see me, nobody i trust
Only the half ounce smokers get no cheese like us
I said do you got paper？
Check it out
I said we got paper, no doubt uh
Get your scrilla anyway you can
Floss around town, bitch who's the man...
To the days
When i used to keeps my stash in the bush
Nowadays be clientele with parents that push
In my drop top with the laptop keeping up president straight
Ok, who gots the pick-up？ bitch touch down at 8
My niggas got the pick-up, the pager starts ringing
It's payday, ho's know, that's why they start singing
Dollar bills y'all
And me throwing away pleas
Fools got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on trees
Ain't no government given away free cheese
And the bitch going through anything that floss on these d's
Better watch out cause they might have you straight to your
knees
Have a nigga stretched out to the first degree
Not me - drivin' planes to big yachts
It's getting kinda hectic, i'm shaking the spot
Chill ride, never pop, work this job, cold bitches that's down
Married to this mob
Chorus...
Money don't come easy
24 hour stand offs pushes to clucks with ？hand off？
No bitches ever ran off
With my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of tecs to
unload
My perils bring paradise
West side till i die, uh
Pocket full of ice
No vice squads
Ho's still
Walks the boulevards
Pimp scenes, mac mall and willie green
Got a feather in my black hat nobody can't touch
Paper pretty much that's with starsky ＆ hutch
Give me the fed time
Locked away won't be nice, peep a nigga stretched out with
federal life
Hard times
No way out, better surrender
But i got clout to stay out till next september
D.a. i'll pay-pay fly away
To another country that won't extradite my stay
Me and a little senorita by the bay
Pounds of yay' mr. tony ？ole？
And ain't nobody got paper like this
Geah
Chorus...
Half ounce in the house
Half ounce in your mouth
And ain't nobody got paper like this
Geah
11.Tha Way We Run It
Geah
One two one two (check it out)
One two one two (check it out)
Uh
I put years in this shit struggled to build the empire
Just another brick in the wall you fall tired
Who will be the one son to fall victim？
Who's on the street, who's runnin' from pigs wishing？
No way out
You can't stay out - your hook
Criminal lifestyle, you're booked in the crook
Where will you seek shelter？ killafornia
What'll you do when you see the heat around the corner？
You silly fucking goner, where will you hide？
On the sick side of town facin' the long ride
Sick-ass soul assassins i keep blastin'
Cause you never know when it's time for some action
A fraction, chain reaction the crew smashin'
Through your city get the committee a ready faction
We run shit
And muthafuckas are on it
You can't call it, buster you better stall it
We got g-boys and ho's on deck
One times gafflin' niggas that chin check (check it out)
You see a robbery
We done it
That's just the way we run it
Ten years in the game, no chains remain
Heavy weights, get it straight, still bringin' the pain
First green since the b.g.
I gotta get cream
Late nite hype's the fiends as i plots a scheme
Got tight with rap flows and followed the rap shows
But the streets keep callin' me to cluck the pesos
Did good
I made up tapes about the hood
Locked down that shit as nobody could
Enemies always out to get me
But just keep spittin' rhymes and they won't hit me
Street dreams always made of this
Top dollar
Bitches and switches is on my list
Leave your ass with the good night kiss
Makes moves smooth so your shorty won't miss
Never runnin' to meal, we chill on the hill
Real g's always packs the steel
It ain't a problem that i can't fix
Cause i can do it - in the mix
Nowadays
We be's the g's that's deadly
Bustin' raps, shootin' craps, gots the straps on ready
Common sense'll tell you, slide out
But ain't no fuckin' where for you to hide out
Got the picture？
We don't play no games
Eiht and b-real fuckin' frank ＆ jesse james
To the limit
Watch us do what we do
Leave your whole life fucked turn misty blue
Senoritas and pesos yes yes y'all
Ball cause we to tall and never fall
We got paper fo' sho'
No doubt
Criminal mind this time you're assed out
Define it
Here's your strollin' paper just sign it
Take a walk as the eiht starts to talk
Soul assassins one time
Soul assassins two times
Geah
My nigga muggs
Still pushin' that china white
Check it out, uh
Boom bam in the house
My nigga foe in the house
Geah
Cypress in the house, uh
Take 2 to your mouth
Soul assassins
That's right
Whatcha wanna do？
12.Anything U Want
(intro)
Geah
Check it out
C'mon, c'mon, hey
C'mon, uh
I said c'mon, hey
(half ounce in the house)
We're smooth on the west side
(check it out)
Nigga hoes back in the house
(check it out)
(verse 1)
Who's got paper？
But i shoot boxes
Plenty of cash to straight floss from the gate
You ain't seem grabs this green
Plenty of cream kingpins unsolved the scheme
I got my eyes on you
Geah, you want to ？？？ down from here to shoot
Got a crew
But you stand out
Miss thing wish i have x-rated vision to peep the g-strings
You know what i mean
Keeps the shit real live
Benz 'round town in a 3-25
Cheques in your coat and float to the arena
？？？ taps me on the shoulder, tony have you seen her？
Let my gators through the snappin'
Crystal sippin', drops along, geah baby what's happenin？
Hear me, see me
I could, uh, be your geenie, any wish comes true
Be my boo
(chorus)
Anything you want, anything you need
Anything you want, anything you need
Mr. tony will deliver til your ？？？
Diamonds to chronic bud, oh yes indeed
Anything you want, anything you need
Anything you want, anything you need
We's be's the pimps
(verse 2)
Independently hustlin' while you work in your stuff
Keep your condo pay so you work at mc gruff
9 to 5 paper chasing, geah, i can dig it
With your 15 hundred dollar brims and your fixed up ？？？
No trips to the clinic
But it straight trips to the club
With your head hooked up, short skirts straight throwin' up love
Mr tony know the game ain't playin' nice and soft
G's around ya in a circle talkin' about take that shit off
Damn niggas, swingin' on a players boss
Peeps tha coup, hits me up with a fucked phone call
I be's the black desperado
Five carats with the golden ？？
Gang of parrots, me and you
King and queen of the hill
Means the fat links, captain inch nail
Get down like you live and that's no joke
Gang of ？？？？ to poke with the endo smoke
(chorus)
(verse 3)
Times is hard
And i can see you're a lil' rebellious
Now your homegirl kicks the rumours
In a way too jealous
Just can't stand to see ya
With a nigga with grip
They swallowin' too much dick tryin' to give you some lip
Not trip
It's too much gossip on the phone
Need to tell 'em ho's to find some dick on they own
What's wrong？
Same old song gettin' a boo
Drops your back on the block with no more packs to loot
Snatch back the dollar to diamonds
Necklace sales
Versace ？？ to armani dressers
No more sippin' crystal anymo'
Drop a c-5 hun' with the phone
Leave me alone
Cause that's the problems nowadays
These greedy-ass ho's workin' these ways
Tony's no phony, got g's on next
？？？ spend my cheques
(outro)
Geah
(late nite hype)
C'mon c'mon hey
C'mon c'mon hey
(late nite hype)
(check it out)
We's be's the pimps
13.Hangin'
14.When All Hell Breaks Loose
No camouflage, better get the mirage
Soul assassins squad straight from the garage
Benjamin stacks, craps is what i play
First dream：where's the cream so i can parlay
Ain't no joke - ugh - and no mistakes allowed
Crack packs flips, uh, while i moves the crowd
Po-po be stoppin' the low-lows, fo' sho' those
Hate to see me, too blind like stevie
Greedy cause i'm needy for ash, gas and cash
Same song like re-runs of fuckin' m.a.s.h.
Boom bam keeps the stash locked, son, you know the real
？four punks layin in your bumper？, so you're best to jump
Bird thumps the fo' do' s-s, no stress
D.a., no deal, uh, no contest
False arrest like al capone and elliott ness
You better be protected
My barrel starts ejectin
Reflectin on your past life as you pass through
On your way to your second life, bitch, fuck you
When all hell breaks loose
When all hell breaks loose
Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose
All my niggas gon' shoot when all hell breaks loose
(check it out)
Shoot 'em up, oh, shoot 'em up, oh yeah
Straps on our laps cause we just don't care
Be the stick-up kid
Look what i done did
One times is hot, so i best stay hid
Y'all don't know the story
Be a hero and die for the glory
Do-re-mi
The c.p.t.'s the plantation
That's hot and
Nigga straight servin' the cotton
Equal opportunity, no discriminatin'
Serves the china white to whoever is waitin'
Ain't no debatin'
No player-hatin', son
So best to run fast or get shot of the m-1
Watch out for the back stabbers, indeed
But the evil takes over, in your eyes is greed
I feel it, gotta kill it, the enemy is close
Keeps the look out, strap's in your hand as you post
Who's afraid of the big black wolf？
Spittin', keeps hittin' from the top of the roof
When all hell breaks loose
When all hell breaks loose
Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose
All my nigga gon' clown when all hell breaks loose
C'mon (shoot'em oh shoot 'em up)
My nigga muggs one time
Eihthype one time geah
We be's the bomb, no shit
Heavy weights, get it straigh, ？cap pound？ the hood rats
No needs to switch, still here's the click
Any fool that's tryin' to regulate my bitch
Keeps your mouth shut or hand over when we talk
Po-po's every which way we try to walk
One more body outlined in the chalk
One more do' left open, so i can stalk
Picked up in the back alleys by little hawk
Drop me off in the cut, don't come back to this, dog
Kill another nigga for hire
Likes to draw blood, so just call me the vampire
Through fire, y'all best follow the ricket
Too sly, kinda slick, y'all rides the dick
Knick knack patty wack
Beware for the attack or the fuckin' car jack
Oops... smacked upside your head
Killin and killin until my appetite is fed
When all hell breaks loose geah
When all hell breaks loose
Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose
All my niggas gon' clown when all hell breaks loose
Geah
When all hell breaks loose uh
When all hell breaks loose
All my niggas duck down uh
Cuz we don't fuck around, geah, uh
My nigga muggs in the house
Soul assassins two times check it out
You know how we do, you know how we do
Uh, geah
15.Hubtouchablez
Geah (hey)
Hey
C.m.w in the house (rock on)
Hubtouchablez in the house (rock on)
Geah (hey)
Half ounce in the house, hey
(geah, c'mon, geah)
I dips around, sips around 2 o'clock
The hammer's backjacked, cocked on the glock
Westward bound, stay down
To the fools that's gon' bow
How you like us now？
Steady living by the trigger
I toss on nigga
Nuthin' on my ass but tommy hilfiger
Droppin' chronic by the pound
Who's teachin' classes？
Bitches blowin all day with their naked-asses
Checks my spot, better yet, checks my knot
Jack to jill, round the hill, i get the scrill'
Better pay me
I need the money, so i'm goin' crazy
Can i still kill it？ you bet!
Words float from the tongue to get your panties wet
So hop yo' ass in the back seat, let's roof
And stick your big ass out the sunroof
(chorus)
Hubtouchablez as we dips around
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets
Geah, hey
I puts it down 'funky enough' like the d.o.c.
Maybe you can't see, blind like stevie
That's sick, you blind and you just can't see
You need to wear sun-glasses like d.m.c.
Cruise around in s.5. classes
Sippin' on d.p. in tall glasses
Bullet proof vest protects the chest, cause it ain't wettin'
Call me big daddy kane, ain't no half steppin'
'who's got the props？ who's got the props？'
The hubtouchablez is in the house, it don't stop
Get moves for that ass
Come smooth on that ass
But the girls be shaking that ass for the cash
Got 'em hangin' loosely
Just introduced me
Now you tryin to juice me
Damn baby, i know ho's got their heat
But back the fuck up and gimme 80 feet
(chorus)
Hubtouchablez as we dips around
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets
Leave your crew fucked up, don't talk no shit
Hubtouchablez as we dips around
As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down
Leave you crew fucked up, we no regrets
We them killin' muthafuckas, want much respect
Hey, geah, hey, geah
Half ounce in the house (rock on)
Geah
'walk this way' cause it's my way to swing
No playa hatin', ain't nuthin' but a compton thang
Fucked up, now you lookin' silly
Body kinda chilly from the chrome milly
But milly couldn't imitate it no more
Like p.e. yo bum rush the show!
In fact, like goldie the mack
'take a nation of millions to hold us back'
Play a game of knick knack patty wack
Toss my sack out and watch it come right back
Fatten the pockets cause we got to have it on the daily
Me and my nigga big bird flossin' crazy
Girls to big lips, to big hips
Only get down for players with big chips
And we be's the biggest playas to straight macs
Snaggin taggin redbones to ？？？？？？ blacks
Hey, geah
C.m.w. in the house, uh c'mon uh
Half ounce in the house, geah c'mon
Y'know i'm sayin' straight paper chasin, got to get that
greenery
Floss around geah, uh
16.On Top Of All That
17.Return Fire
Geah
Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em...
Half ounce one time stick 'em
Geah
You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon
Y'all remember that old school shit, geah
Get 'em
C'mon
Your block is mine bitch back up
We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin)
We've been
Gettin in where we fit in since the old days
L.t.d.'s rode bopping the o'jays
Gun place, crime place, one time swoop
Strawberries in the back - at the 70's coupe
Giving head like a chicken plucked
Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking
From selling my
Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps
Got a
Million reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd
As the bullets hit with no names
Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot
Flies like an eagle
Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin regal
Tinted windows
Tyres spin fast up out yo' set
Next week right back to see who we can get
You want yo' chin checked (ping)
Fools just gimme a car
We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the wall
The way i'm livin don't give no hail low
One times i stay low
Want pay no compton, no play no
Hit the round when we start blastin
Out the back door
Before they send the ？？？？ in (get up)
We niggas fo' hire
Bustin (boom)
We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em
Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em...
Half ounce one time stick 'em
Geah
Bails around twelve o'clock
Roam my block with the glock
Keeps the world nicely stash
From neighbourhood watch
Walks the rocks
Dope fiends makes my pay
Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way
24 is the delivery
And if you want that bomb shit come and spend with me
Killas been with me
Two top tree (geah)
Cars deep from the streets a diploma
Endo aroma
In a coma trauma center, slugs hit your body
Mentality's too sick when we leave the party
Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on quire
Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you best not try it
In my life time i find a fuckin need
To be paper down red bones chronic weed
With speed
A nigga commits to - cluck his dope
One time's trying to stop the paper chase fo' sho'
Oh no ain't no escaping of the ghetto bird
As they fly in fast the 5-0 swerve
Niggas need to listen： pay attention
For the money on a mission
Niggas fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah
(chorus)
Feds gettin closer
I'm peepin
My girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up)
While i'm sleeping
They creepin
No worry, grabs the stash and ？？？？？
No assistance pick up excepts the cash
Baby keep yo' head down low
Tear gas through the window, hits the floor
Grabs the mask - to the face, you know the s-k clan
You grabs to with two mill, the glock in my hand
Tear gas make a nigga weaker
Feds talkin much shit on the loud speaker
To the lexus jeep
I heard this： she put to keep up
Told my baby duck down cause i'm about to sweep up
Whole lotta niggas in my damn way
Guarantee to keep spittin
This is payback day
Makes my pay
Fast getaway (geah)
Niggas fo' hire
Bust back we return the fire (get 'em)
Half ounce one time
Stick 'em
Eihthype one time
Geah
Stick 'em
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