1] To all my niggas on the porch their hair braided Corn by a L.A. bitch And I forget My niggas riding the Yankee fitted under that Pelle shit I love New York but gangbanging L.A. shit And I'm of it Spit it through the so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are you can it down fuck it I can shoot a video to it and spend half the I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal in public More hatred inside my than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for colors I seen it all through the Range Got niggas doing in the state pen So I dread like If I die for one of my Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my in the pavement
Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon me up Talking shit like they goin lay me down And then I come through to see what's up Niggas really don't no parts of me pal
Niggas keep sayin they gon me up Talking that shit like they goin lay me And I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really know parts of me pal
2] Who I gotta talk to who I write I want my hype Like Kanye want his five Aiight, I handle bars you gotta ride a bike To peep game and his skill go some training wheels roll Through the of god Where LA niggas train to you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will For naw Pharrell I need a track homie Dre we to aint no turning back homie Deal with it I'm a be here for ten like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah Let me this picture you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year to throw a nigga off the 5th tier Them white boys in the and Fitch gear And nigga who ever helped me get here
Believe me niggas keep they gon heat me up Talking that shit like they gon lay me And when I come through to see what's up Niggas really don't no parts of me pal
Niggas sayin they gon heat me up that shit like they gon lay me down And when I come strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know of me pal
3] One brick, two The boy moving Now three bricks, bricks I'm driving Bricks, six bricks The nigga got Not rap money, but money been rap '88 Look at the we live in Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Leave him chopped up like freddy's catching feelings Cause I'm about And outta all the out, my flow's the illest You a close nigga, A to a guerilla Put us in the same and I'ma have to peel 'em The best of both and drug dealing Run and tell the I came to burn down the village The head honcho, out the third story window Of my Beverly Hills two long ass heats I call 'em and Alonzo You niggas want me L.A. I know
Believe me niggas keep sayin' they heat me up Talking that shit like they lay me down And I come through strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no of me pal
Niggas keep sayin' they gon' me up Talking that shit like gon' lay me down And when I come through to see what's up Niggas really know parts of me pal