Gyeah, Westside, somebody told me. They want some of that thug shit up in here. So I'ma take ya back down memory lane. And give ya some of that wicked shit.
"Oh nigga guess what!. Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!. I know where they be kickin it at. Down with a 187?". . Eeerrr.... Geah. Geah.
[eiht]. (don't fuck around...). Geah. In the mutherfuckin house. To the 9 to the 6. Compton in this bitch, uh. And we in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy.
Yo Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief. Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece. My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West Coast's dopest rappers.
One more man eater. But perpetrate like your sweeter. But I'm hip to the game, I know your nothing but a cheater. Always trying to game on my wallet. Fuck you or love you, how should I call it?.
Niggas duck as I make another hit, the psycho just dont quit. And I'm living in the land of the fucked up shit. I guess everybody's hungry for the mutherfucking snaps.
Straight Jacking. Straight Jacking. Straight Jacking. Straight Jacking. Grab the nine with the hollow point tip. Grab the nine with the hollow point tip.
I got another gang story to tell. Peep about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope. 'Cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope.
I got another gang story to tell. Peep about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope. Cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope.
So long Mel, have a good trip. You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker. . For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted. Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line.