Yeah
Now this is for the gand's who know we needs that gangsta shit
Itand's like the p funk we funk so its gotsta hit
And when you fire up that hooter pass it to the young g
The nigga mista quik thatand's me from the c to the p to the t
And when iand'm givin it up for my hood you canand't clown
Cause when we lettin off you gots to duck down
And then weand're rollin back to the spot where they hang
(westside foand'hundred street gang) so itand's a street thang
Makin that grip and stackin the chips high
Ballin never fallin i gots to stay fly
Whether they smokin up them beadies or rollin the joints fat
I gotta kick it with my niggaz cause itand's like that
And you need to know i ainand't for none, because iand'm dumpin
The hollow point rounds that got everybody humpin
But niggaz they keep on mouthin, kickin up the static
But keep on talkin shit *machine gun* and iand'ma let you havit
Yeah yeah
Huh, iand'ma let you havit
Yeah
Check this
Somebody told me that you dissed me (bitch) in your video
But i ainand't trippin cause iand'm knowin you ainand't nothin but a silly hoe
And yeah i said your monkey ass name in my underground tape
But if you peeped game you woulda heard me say
(andquot;to the top of the tree, for c-m-w seeandquot;)
We wasnand't dissin lettin you know the other side was on a mission
Comin up with the quik-ness, now you know whoand's dick this is
Down in the throats of the comptonand's most bitches
So take this shit back to your set if you got one
And iand'ma be puttin the double oh bugs in my shotgun
And if you come back fuckin around iand'ma take your life
Why would you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife?
So there it is mc eiht, cause youand're wack
And mista quik can beat the niggaz down with another sack
So keep on rollin in your camry or your rabbit but
If i catch you slippin in my hood, gotta let you havit
Ahh yeah
Gotta let you havit
Huh, iand'ma let you havit
