I Rep Lyrics - Singles - B.g. Knocc Out

(West, west, west, west, siiiide, nigga) 

Verse #1 

I rep that west, but a lot of yall niggas comin' wack 

They want me to bring it back and I accept that test 

So I'm sorta like a savior, with hits I'm gon ?? 

And I'm never slackin' off 'cause I gets it in major 

My flavor is so undeniable (yeah) 

That I'm bound to kill these MCs in threes, I'm liable 

To get to cappin', you think it's only rappin' 

But I'm known for pistol packin', it really gets a crackin' 

What's happenin', 

Whatch yall really want to do 

Yall talk a good thang but we really comin' through 

Big thangs when we aim 

Leaving things slain 

Blood guts and brains, for thinking it's a game 

Insane or suicidal, I have yet to figure (yeah) 

To make you pop off we disrespect you nigga 

Like "fuck you fuck yourself" sound from the TEC 

Run at E then hit the deck 'cause everythang gettin' wet 

Okay corral, we can shoot it out 

In L.A. we hold court in the street, fuck a trow 

When I keep the bird on me, to pack it is a habit (why?) 

'Cause I would rather die than not have it (yeah!) 

Chorus 

?? shots, guillotines, rifle scopes, red beams 

L.A.'s very crazy, 'cause daily it's a murder scene 

Gun shells ??, body parts, yellow tapes, dirty birds 

High speed chases runnin' from the chase 

Verse #2 

You niggas pack guns for show and tell, we ?? 

Ask me why gangbangin's in my DNA 

Burn you then sell a pistol 

Never throw the heat away 

Actin' like you ready to die, shit you can leave today 

Hey Zeus ?? 

Now you two are treein', let your family mourn you 

I'm from that place where they live at the hardest 

All of those that couldn't cope they were dearly departed 

Talkin' shit you must be clearly retarded 

Don't ask about Osama, he was clearly a martyr 

You thinkin' ?? must be dippin' that water 

If you ever fuck with me I'll fuck around and put a clip in your daughter, yeah 

Leave the body for the corner to chock it out 

Too late to talk it out so fuck what you talkin' 'bout 

Got murder on my mind (yeah), ya life is on the line (yeah) 

Once my hand clench that iron then somebody die 

You thinkin' death as a way to escape 

But I will walk in your wake and put two in your face 

Dirty cop wanna take me in, he's viewin' the case 

Put him in the casket with you, bury you in the ??, nigga