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...
