[EIHT]
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
[EIHT]
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
[EIHT]
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...
[MACK 10]
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...
