1] To all my niggas on the getting their hair braided Corn by a L.A. bitch And I can't My niggas the train Yankee fitted under that Pelle shit I love New York but gangbanging L.A. shit And I'm of it it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you who you are you can turn it down fuck it I can shoot a video to it and spend the budget I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in More inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I Cause we inside a world where your forced to die for your colors I seen it all the Range tints Got niggas doing in the state pen So I like Jamaicans If I die for one of my Than break up the of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement
Believe me niggas sayin they gon heat me up Talking that shit like goin lay me down And then I through strapped to see what's up Niggas really want no parts of me pal
keep sayin they gon heat me up Talking shit like they goin lay me down And then I come strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't know of me pal
2] Who I talk to who I gotta write I want my hype Like Kanye want his five Aiight, I bars you ain't gotta ride a bike To peep game and his here go some training wheels Let's the city of god Where LA train to kill Chop you up hundred times than the Haitians will For real naw I need a track homie Dre we to close no turning back homie Deal it I'm a be here for ten years Spittin like the ghost of Wright and Big yeah Let me paint this While you sit here thinking in the of your mind this is the shit yeah I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a off the 5th tier white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear And every who ever helped me get here
Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon me up Talking that shit they gon lay me down And when I through strapped to see what's up really don't want no parts of me pal
Niggas keep sayin they gon me up Talking shit like they gon lay me down And when I come through strapped to see up Niggas really know parts of me pal
3] One brick, two The boy weight Now three bricks, bricks I'm driving Bricks, six bricks The got cake Not rap money, but money rap since '88 Look at the we live in Niggas hate, to the heckler at Koch Leave him chopped up freddy's face Niggas feelings Cause I'm millions And outta all the newcomers out, my 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 worlds and drug dealing Run and tell the chief I to burn down the village The head honcho, staring out the story window Of my Beverly Hills With two ass heats I call 'em and Alonzo You niggas want me L.A. I know
Believe me niggas keep they gon' heat me up Talking shit like they gon' lay me down And when I come strapped to see what's up Niggas really don't want no of me pal
Niggas keep sayin' gon' heat me up Talking that shit like gon' lay me down And when I come through to see what's up Niggas don't know parts of me pal