up Cuz it a another war I'll kill every motherfucker that y'all know That's yo ma, pa, sister n law Yo daddy, yo dog and yo hoe Now I ain't claim to be
The seventh baby... [Chorus:] I represent from LA All the way to (NY NY) And when I get down I get down here in LA All the way to (NY NY) And when
night nigga check It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on And on and on, and on and on and on and on Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where
us Come on now, yeah, come on Come and Ruff Ryde with us If you wanna get high with us If you wanna get down with us Come on now Yo, yo, I got a twin
on my side and the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, So I step to the DJ and tell the DJ "Yo' throw the wax on" How many MC's must get dissed?
everywhere, it's just us illin' (And it don't stop!) I got rubies on my Uzi's and gems on my Mack 10's Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just
's on the ride Gun on me when I drive (PURPLE CITY) Gun on me when I ride (WHO WANT IT) Cause' that envy jelly the street niggaz get delt on the street
Other rappers hear pop I put funk in this song Young tender on the floor wiggle it all Homeboy keeps telling her to give him a call He's been on her since 10
the wrong thang It?s only one rule I live by keep some killaz on the payroll Nigga an get yo shit right I got some killaz on the payroll An they know
niggaz We from the evil side, boy Chorus: B-Real [Shag] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10 [Killa] Doughboy [Killa], Wack 10
mama wouldn't let you hang With real g niggaz Bring your clique on You wanna scrap So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!) Mack 10 I gibe
you hang With real g niggaz Bring your clique on You wanna scrap So let's get it on (bullets for some chingazos, ese!) Mack 10 I give you a year I guarantee
sai It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG Walk around wit' like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen' on me Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't
s just us illin (and it don't stop!) [cuban link] I got rubies on my uzi's and gems on my mack 10's Diamonds on my nines and golden bullets just to match
same.) Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10. (Speak on it, Joe.) Haha, niggas what! [Fat Joe] At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all Niggas on
'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind So day after day ride after ride We'll hook up on the other
If not the shit pops, we spit glocks and hit spots Ignites, shells drop Then we bail from cops Boo yeah like in the chronicles, feelin bionicle Get high with me Yo ryda, then come ride
locked (got it locked) with the Glock got ya butt naked to ya socks yayae The Westside Connect Thugs... Ain't no California Love just California slugs Mack 10 Yo