Now that a nigga's seen money, shit

I can smile and laugh

I got 20's on my bentley

An iron cage in front of my pad

And I still mean muggin

Throw up west-side in my photo shoot

And got TV's, 20's and DVDs in my photo coupe

Got a stash spot in the airbag

For when the po-po's snoop

Steady mobbin on the killa route

With the bads like pride gin n juice

I'm split proof

With the bulletproof and the gin n juice

Still mash with the men in blue

And stay strapped down with a mac-10 or two

Now how you wanna do it?

We can get muddy and bloody

I'mma still count cash, count crass

In the middle of the street whoopin niggas ass

I'm west bound crowned by 50 pounds thats how I do it

On the phone with your wife

While ya gettin beat down that how I do it

I'm a mastermind in crime

I cause disaster with one 9

Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head one time

So think twice before you gaffle

One pellet to the big apple

All your names in one bag

Were pullin death tickets like a raffle

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Bitch, I'm a rider for death

Slide with a tek-9 for respect

And a nigga that step gets stepped with a tek

So it's best you ride with a vest

Homicide be the best bet

For the real life with the best threats

Surprise, with a tek full of teflons

It's westside for death

Yeah yeah war, 9, give it to em

Hit the men in blue and I send it to em

Let off the deaf one full of teflons

Hollowtips spittin straight through em

Niggas scream one never seen one

Send a mini 14 in the street low

With no remorse of course I aim

The tip of torch and I scream go

Haven't you ever heard of a straight killa?

One that makes really quick to break a nigga

Fuck fake niggas and ? nigga

Leave em abandoned and stranded

Hit, by chrome cannon

And he bucked and bucked and kicked

Like a bull from the next planet

They wanna see me talkin bout thug law

You a cinderella quick to scrub floors

Behind your car door in the war

And you've got a 44

Catch me in a four-door range

Wicked language with blowed brains

With Compton's revered

And a east-side ridah no brains

This west coast mafia til death do us part

I don't step on no mark

I let the Smith & Wesson bark

Who you are? Nigga you just a bitch in my book

You snitch, and couldn't shook

Cus you done bit the hook

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Ain't no nigga gon' step on my toes

Without gettin bullet holes through his car door

Or a broken nose, they say I'm hostile

But I'm just raised bloccstyle

Don't ever want it nigga, never put my Glock down

I'm from the town where house parties be known for crackin

For 10 minutes, then it happen, niggas cappin and scrappin

Then sideways off the block, gang signs out the window

And it's fuck all cops, cus I hit the sherm with the indo

Now, I'm superman and I'm quick to shoot a man

If it's teflon, I send a teflon through his chest bones

I'm out for manslaughter, must I test the water?

I got heat that explodes and implodes like Pearl Harbor

The hood is like a mini-war, them little ???

Now I bang a gang, that I remain to kill lethal

Gets critical and it's pitiful

Cus money is all I'm in it for

In the hood on one knee

Strap in my hand yellin what that info

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