(B-Brazy)
check this out relative nigga
take this lil` 45.000 nigga
and buy you a b(c)utless, a coupи nigga
and a dope sack nigga
and do what the fuck you supposed to do nigga
and let these niggas know what`s happ`nin
(Green Eyes)
back up in the mix with some gangsta shit
I know you didn`t think I`m doin a flip
or switched my script
32 months of hard time and grindin
and I can`t wait to touch down and get back to rhymin
for so` gangsta green eyes gon keep it on the reala
and for my scrilla, nigga this is anybody killer
yeah muthafuckas I banged on wax
but that`s where you got me twisted at
cause I banged on facts
with trizzele on my clip as I load
and you can tell I`m a G my nigga
by the way I hold it (`wood! `wood!) *means ingleWOOD*
never foldin, unloadin when I`m under pressure
50 G`s ta lick and not a penny lesser
so I guess I gots ta come with that heat
and put it down for all my true niggas in the streets
so give it up, Inglewood, that`s the hood we claim
when we westside muthafuckin gang-bang
(Chorus) 2x
I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen
now I`m bangin on your punk-ass just once again
so if you feel I ain`t real and wanna test my heart
nigga you know where I`m at: Darby-muthafuckin-Park
(Green Eyes)
I done told you once, I done told you twice
fuckin with me is like fuckin with your life
westside Inglewood and I`ma ride for it
in a moment of silence call out my homies that died for it
so all my life blood I`ma keep it real
for all my niggas stressed out behind these punk-ass deals
can you feel, I spell blood for this shit
and on my hood I got love for this shit
cause this gangsta shit is somethin you can feel
especially when it`s comin from a nigga that`s real
young sick-ass niggas, YG`s when we roll
matter of fact packin tec B.G.`s on hood patrole
I don`t parole and I`m still servin
it`s fuckin with my nerves but I gotta flip this bourbon
haven`t you heard that `98 is a straight paper chase
so what you gon do when my Gat`s in your face
(Chorus) 2x
(Green Eyes)
now it`s about time for me to speak up my mind
and get some shit off my chest and clear up this mess
cause some cured about niggas got shit crossed up
I`m lookin for the other 2, 1 already got tossed up
for speakin upon shit and ain`t doin nothin
you bitch-ass nigga, you done pushed my button
wanna smile in my face and talk behind my back
while I was incarcerated, now your ass is gettin faded
I gave up the [(name of a set)]
because that`s the block where I grew up
I bangs with the 8`s so the deuce is what I threw up
any questions, ask me now, nigga fuck later
cause when I was in the pen nigga
I was knockin out heavy weighters and playa haters
ain`t got shit ta say ta me
much DAMU love to each and every Y.G.
in the pen, the hood, the county nigga, whereever you at
2 muthafuckin A`s ups and blaze a sack nigga
(Chorus) 2x
...shout outs till the end...
