[BIG WY]
Pay close attention
Gangbangers only
No lollies, no ?volkas?, no yeez
No gilligan niggaz
[BIG WY]
It`s the bottom of the ninth and I`m badder up
Side burns and gold teeth with bullet wounds to tatted up
Added it up while you sittin` here smilin`
Discussin` these chips while I sip off Long Island
Continue rhyming
At this rate I just keep climbing
But keep it mind
Fuck what you say and what you trying
You niggaz dyin`
I got this game on lock
And I`m patrollin` to get these money that make the Brougham hot
My lifestyle on these streets is easily provoked
And it`s the same in this business with these Jewish folks
We callin` industry politicin`
Kinda similar to niggaz sellin` yay` and pimpin`
So stop your bitchin`
Wy heat you up, naw
He already burnt
A different lesson was learnt
Each corner he turned
Keep a count of what you say and do
Cause player just like you
The C.M.`s is my fans too
[LIL` LEAK]
Now, look who`s back in the studio
Rough like sand paper but cooler than Coolio
Attitude of a gangsta: don`t give a fuck
Got the strut of a hustler tryinna make a fast buck
I`m still into the same thang, down with the same gang
It`s in my heart, other niggaz do it to gain fame
But not me
See I`ma ridin` till I`m Restin
In Peace, ?? that I`m packin` my Smith & Wesson
It`s the young rebel
Born and raised to live in the ghetto
On some other shit
A.P.G. out on another level
Burgundy flaggin`, pants saggin` on the `Shaw
Blastin` on motherfuckers, disobeyin` the law
But we don`t give a fuck, we break rules, takes fools
Disrespectin` niggaz in the - Avenue Piru
[REDRUM]
Just lost me
And cost me a grip
They wonder I trip and went and flip the whole script
Bloods & Crips bangin` heads
Claimin` blue or red, pullin` eighty-five percent
Sittin` in the ?Feds?
I shed enough tears in my youth time
Saw cops killed street soldiers in the truce time
Nigga my mind confused
Abused by the truth sold him a fucked up sack
Got him naked on the roof
Lord knows I want to let loose
Real bad blood pressure building up this bullshit got me mad
They say
Bangin` is a fad, it`s a fad but it`s a culture
My bedroom gettin` circled by some vultures
Ultra-sound bouncin` back, now we having twins
But where the fuck I`ma get my ends?
[BIG WY & REDRUM]
Some more piece to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
Y.G.B.`s tryin` to bubble
Clips double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today
Fuck y`all
Some more piece to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
Y.G.B.`s tryin` to bubble
Clips double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today
Fuck y`all
[DOGG]
Nigga, I`m stuck
With no way to go
Full of gangbangers is known to scrap pimps and hoes
The world move fast if you chargin` a hoe
Since I`m bangin` on these streets I got to stay on my toes
I suppose to separate them from us
Hop out the car, scrap `em up, pat `em up
Guard they gat `em up, gag it up
Because they start to stay
It`s `bout squabbles and rank
And just last how to drink
I`m `bout to faint
I can`t think, I`m livin` ??
Gold Daytons, dope dealin, wit` a gang of women
I`m sinnin` daily
But I don`t really care
Fuck a dream it`s more like a nightmare
I got nothing to lose, uh
Beach cruiser
On a handle bar extended
Clip Ruger
Shoot fly
Don`t let it bother me
I hope it`s dream cause I`m wanted for a robbery
[GREEN EYES]
From the County Jail Inglewood you can`t fuck with it
And since I got courted, it`s like I`m stuck with it
Young Gangsta Green Eyes, Nine-Deuce, Eight block
For sure, and I`m back with my true dog from the 1-0 to the 4
Lil` Hawk Y.G.
Now we both on the streets
So it`s a must we bust
My nigga, and serve they ass heat
And I gots beef with Mack 10 cause your bitch-ass is a mark
You can meet me at Cen`nela
Rogers, or Darby Park
Cause it really don`t matter, I`ll bust a cap
And we the real niggaz who put Inglewood on the map
And every time I bee your ass, yo` ass goin` get mobbed
Remember when the big homie slapped you and put you on the head lock
But that`s just some small shit that all bustas do
Mike Skee been down since 92 and ain`t got one call from you
But I gots all my homies back to the day they parole
Inglewood up to Big Green Eyes and PD Wack up in hole
And every dog I roll with we`s gon` representin` to the fullest, man
And ain`t no nigga I was locked up can put salt on my name
[B-BRAZY]
Yep it`s the Figueroa riders
Shoot `em while they inside a...
Blue Butlas with the windows tinted couple of homies hit it
I heard y`all niggaz be trippin`, y`all O.G`s be trippin`
Cause y`all niggaz don`t put no work in
For the turf
We from Figueroa to Woodworth (WOOP! WOOP!)
Flamed like Papa Smurf
Red beanies, red bhakis and red T-shirt
Oh you got nerve
What you serve with this gangsta shit
I stay lit off the Thunderbird, Cadillac, gettin` serve
Niggaz know the 84 pillow tucked
Bullet holes, windows bust, Braze from Lanes, I fuck shit up
For the broads and the YG`s, OG`s
D.T., Earth, Bam, Lil` Bee, Evil-Al, K-P
Hold yo` horses, of course B-Brazy a bust
I`m in a G-Ride bustin`, first Crab I`m rushin`
Fuck them fool nigga, ooh, what you wanna do?
Hit their ass with the old school, rusty-ass Crabs deuce
Give them too if they bust a U, give `em two
Save a few, in case you chase me down bust `em with the last (WOOP WOOP)
[BIG WY & REDRUM]
Some more piece to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
Y.G.B.`s tryin` to bubble
Clips double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today
Fuck y`all
Some more piece to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
Y.G.B.`s tryin` to bubble
Clips double tape
Bring the yellow tape (yeah)
The realest Bloods on tape today
Fuck y`all
Some more piece to the puzzle
Young Dogs with no muzzle
Y.G.B.`s tryin` to bubble
