Guce nigga, back out of jail and still fiendin'
California dreamin' wild with Gators
Westside pullin' capers
Big boss when we push off the purple and sippin' on yac
Now I made ya bitch wanna be like how you act, I'm all that
Still hurtin' from the heart, from the block party to the park
I keep it real with my niggas from the start
They never came to see me
I'm steady bustin' like I stepped on these motherfuckers love me
Better guard ya silk dog, I got my wealth
The front cover of a murder dog, we all hogs
Spot full of cock, bitch niggas get blue balls
It's sick that you should fuck with a real West Coast nigga
Fuck that scrilla, imagine that
Real run around, we'll run around
Have you ever heard of a get paid G
Hoggin' ballin' they one piece to the streets, it's dir-ty
The police thinkin' they know about me and how I did it
They mad cause everything we talk about we did it
Pull a mob trifecta, soldiers ready to wreck ya
Bitch niggas that snitch or go to jail that mafia gonna get ya
Hitters with wigs, bustin' with zigs
We subject the closer we get
My holster to chest, ya left wet

I fuck with three hundred a week
I keep thuggin' and lovin' the shit that I speak
Hungry starvin' and searchin' lurkin' workin' for pops
Young nigga have us some big fat knots
Hate to be with or without it retaliate with ya plate in my hand
Now who's the man with the master plan
I dump, spin-off and get away with the quickness
Shot off ya mama's house, stole ya dope, fucked ya bitches
Ain't no thing to a boss
To be a boss a playa costs
To take from ya wrist and take a loss
I take and toss you toss it back
You don't wanna catch a heart attack
Bust, huss and get em' back, nigga

[Hook] 2x
I thought you knew what we came fo'
Give up the money and the dough before ya brains blow
That's how it is, ain't no love in this biz
I did it all for a reason if so it would've never been did

Yeah we ghetto platinum so back up nigga we hot scorchin'
I'm in this game for strictly the fame and the fortune
We full force up in the rap industry so take caution
Man it's the Gamblaz and the DPG
With Guce Corleone so man I'm claimin' GOP
And ain't gon' ever stop my nigga we invest in this shit
Lyricals techs that get you wet when I spit it
Y'all nigga done did it y'all fuckin' with made niggas
We block mobsters and unstoppable we can't be beat
Y'all wanna see us nigga meet us on the street
At any time or place in beef you can't sleep
I'm the number one contender makin' y'all meet defeat

Uh, Daz Dilli, Figgaro
Tell em' that bitch in a row
Let em' know, (Check it) let em' know, let em' know

I keep my mean mug, tight guards up and eyes open
Knowin' that these niggas is scandalous stay scopin'
So we sittin' on dubs, DVDs we stay flossin'
And Cali boys bringin' the noise nothin' but bosses
Heavy hitters, go-getters, and major figures
Cause we young execs, cashin' checks we young niggas
Balled out, cash advance we not playin'
Platinum cards pushed to the max, we not payin'
Overdrafts, over budget and over spendin'
Live life of a villain, tonight when we chillin'
Too right when we willin'
It's all the same, game recognize game
Tryin' to maintain
My position is mob status, through my third eye I watch cash
Cause niggas ain't cool I get further
You ain't knowin' motivations, my only hustle niggas talk shit
But can't come forth so I watch em' crumble
More tide, just watch us blow by so quickly
And simply West Coast finest, time like century
Cashed out like Rico, watchin' out for my people
Never sell-out, double my profits and keep it equal
It's articial, when niggas come around the club
It's only cause you got dubs
Watch how niggas will mean mug
Watch how niggas won't come through
When you really need em'
When though you used to feed em'
Them niggas scandalous

[Hook] 2x
Hey!
Damn it, who got my back
Smile in my face, stab me in my back
In front of them get mad at that
Ooh, ah

Man a nigga make a move to touch the riches
But the business confidential
The Gamblaz, we international and continental
With game, bringin' the pain, puttin' pressure on the brain
Turn the shit that'll reconstruct ya brain
We goin' against the grain man but ain't nothin' changed
But the fuckin' time zones and my fuckin' name
Chose to blaze the stages like killers that blaze the gauges
My lyrics all outrageous, I'm gone to flippin' pages
I'm through the vibe, followed a picture of my tribe
Young niggas on the up and comin' on the rise
You surprised we the Gamblaz, I'm Telly Mac the general
Playin' for keeps, goin' beyond deep but gettin' critical
Makin' mobsters look pitiful, bitches didn't know
I got the mic and man I fit the flow
What they hittin' for, I spit a flow
That'll leave the crowd guessin'
Hey who them niggas out the city that be wild wessin'
They get low-key, 4-5-7 the fuckin' click code
Millenium edition, yo we comin' out on flip mode
I'll probably flip a drop Bent, stack me some loot
Then try to count checks, gunshots from stocked techs

[Hook] 2x

Born ghetto, my fellow comrads scorched their neighborhood
You did us a favor so nigga hate ya good
Shot ya cousin for payback
Ya sprayed back, we came back on the attack for that
Spray the wall, rest in peace for all my dogs
I called shot, twenty-one miniature hurts
Somebody got shot, nigga shot at my hoopie
And the nigga tried to do me
And they missed and now it's time to get in they shit
Like boo-yow boo-yow when the knees sped off
Wet off, bullys and foolys gettin' hard get off
Niggas around here, we shed tears and no fear
Niggas around here cause real killers around here

[Hook] 2x

From the depths of the underground keepin' it movin'
JT from the city I got hustle and I can prove it
Been gettin' dough, been runnin' through the score
Been hangin' by the store with flow we get low
In this big record Super Bowl, hits and crashes
Uh, or March Madness hittin' ya campus
Can ya feel his, incorporated for realness
Comin' from a young tycoon laced with ill spits
Dipped in acid, paper or plastic
We still independent ain't no need in askin'
Uh, I'm in the club 430 on dubs
Got the hottest record out and they showin' me love
Bigger rally, no Russell Simmons just killer Cali
Sewed up spots and merky and did em' badly
It's real though bet ya don't know about Fillmoe
Raised in the street with beat stompin' these steel toes

[Hook]
Still get money - they know
We the next click to blow - they know
I represent the West Coast - they know
Holler my name we sowin' up the whole damn thing
Still get money - they know
We the next click to blow - they know
I represent the West Coast - they know
Got game for sure make the whole world get low

I'm at the car wash late night washin' my Vogues
Got the Sony Playstation while they blowin' them O's
I'm explosive, sun go down shit ferocious
The strip off the hook with whips, Lacs and toasters
We on the airways with underground DJs
Hit me on my two-way for wax copies and mix tapes
I'm at the L shop, the baby booze they be choosin'
Slidin' numbers to this young boss I keep it movin'
Chasin' guns in the two G one
Makin' runs throught the slums and mackin' the ones
In tall buildings rap game is millions
We gon' be the first to take rap to billions

[Hook]

I'm heavy to the game and my arsenal thick
And I advise you to split my I speak to the clip
You can't hold us, Bay town bosses nothin' but soldiers
Ridin' for these West Coast streets runnin' from rollers
Improvise in a slick disguise
In a beamer X5 on the passenger side
She ridin' seat low, keepin' me strapped down with c-notes
Repuable cash flow bank cards where we go
In the city with pennies like Frank Henny
Catch me at the money mark shoppin' with Vinny
Check my background my roots run deep we got game
Holler my name, we sowin' up the whole damn thing

[Hook]

Sittin' fat on twenty inches, yeah and kickin' the flow
I used to be in the corner on my five point toes
Wrote raps with meaning, flashback to my younger days
In the summer, wanted her number but then she turned away
She turned the channel see my face on the screen
Now she havin' visions about replacin' my queen
Brought up the cream but she wouldn't see a nickel see a track
With comps on the big in the middle
Tryin' to fit em' now because of my fame
Y'all need support keep lovin' the name
Pushin' the Range with a dot in the six
I'm heavy in the mixed and you coughed on my tit

[Hook] 4x
We balled out, we grind out, we shined out
And when you see me on the tv then you find out

What they know about court life, locked down on titaniums
Saved a pocket full of them yays because they payin' em'
That's nothin' balled out shined out we big timin' on some other shit
Collectin' them faces they fit us fine
It's no surprise we pullin' up in the best
All leather with the wood grain rest, nothin' less
Confess we used to solve it all but gangstas know who we are
Playstation it's connect in each and every car
Gold teeth and French braids or the full fades
Bring it all together and bibble cause we all paid
Over-nighters on airplanes get the red-eye
Face to face negotiations and we keep it better
Now dig this, you say you wanna get the cheddar
Face to face negotiations and we keep it better
And all money ain't good money
You can't tell on the streets we determined to make mail

[Hook] 4x

Shhh, I get with it no problem, hundred G's I got em'
Five hundred Benz on twenty lone pros and drop em'
Livin' life me and my wife sittin' on the hill and we plush
Hey never enough and enough ain't enough
I bubble up and flip my fetti and double up
Like automatics and gauges and tech nigga is what's up, ha
I bring nothin' but that Southern Cali, Northern Cali gangbang
Mentality, so when you try to come battle me
Hit the game up with diamonds, you love the way they be shinin'
And I keep on grindin' that's when the 4-5 blindin'
Worried and nervous and nervous as fuck
I ai't got no license I ain't givin' a fuck
If you ain't got no money stay the fuck away from us
You see me in my Caddy lookin' clean as fuck

[Hook] 4xs no more me runnin' back to you\par
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[Notorious B.I.G.]\par
Some say the X, make the sex\par
Spec-tacular, make me lick you from ya neck\par
To yo back, then ya, shiverin', tongue deliverin'\par
Chills up that spine, that ass is mine\par
Skip the wine and the candlelight, no Cristal tonight\par
If it's alright with you, we fuckin' (That's cool)\par
Deja vu, the blunts sparked, finger fuckin' in the park\par
Pissy off Bacardi Dark\par
Remember when I used to play between yo legs\par
You begged for me to stop because you know where it would head\par
Straight to yo mother's bed\par
At the Mariott, we be lucky if we find a spot\par
Next to yo sister, damn I really missed the\par
Way she used to rub my back, when I hit that\par
Way she used to giggle when yo ass would wiggle\par
Now I know you used to suites at the Park or Meridian\par
Trips in the Carr

Shit, how man of y'all niggas out there know snitches
Shit, I know this one snitch know what I mean
Snitched on everybody, got everybody caught up
In some shit he ain't even have to open his mouth to
So now he gotta die, ha ha

Fo' fo' and 357 they cocked and ready
Switchblades, machetes they chop down the fetti
Shit get heavy, knew a nigga name Shawn
Who snitched on everybody so he dropped a dime
Told him about the murders and robberies
Snitchin' and tellin' about some real niggas
Who done pulled the trigger
Now the whole hood's up for grabs
Stab niggas in the back now he's out for Daz
Ha, dude say my name don't discuss my business
Around this nigga he'll rat, get capped for that
So we plot and plan the murder to kill a man
So I guess the man's fate lies in my hand
I pull a pin back and the nigga get hauled off
Blew his fuckin' brains off, twelve gauge sawed-off
One wish you could die for this
Niggas die for, the die for this

[Chorus] 2x
Which way did he run
Little did they know he was gonna get this gun
Livin' life for the fun

In the street, shit get deep, niggas compete
To put heads to sleep, just watch all the beef
All the creep when the money get took
It's on the book, ain't no comeback when O's get cooked
They say who done that, the mystery
Hoes involved who tried to ball
Who caught the shot in the pen and made em' take a fall
This a no-brainers, seeds get planted and they blossom
Big smiles and hugs niggas they playin' possum
Grimey ones, scope niggas for all they shiney ones
Comin' out they glove or they jacket with a tiny gun
Frontin' for some project hoes
Playas keep ya jewels tucked when ya come through scuff
Niggas snitches

[Chorus] 2x

It's snitches everywhere I look from Alabama to the West
Keepin' Tha Commissiona stressed for scrilla
Stuck for the rest of ya life nigga
Livin' the rest of ya life misunderstood
Not knowin' ya friend is ya foe
I seen it before in the ghetto where they will pack metal
Ghetto kids watch tv with only five channels
Caught in this slum life
I'm abortin' this shit for the real and fake
Rich and the broke, man now a days ya just can't cope
Take the whole world for a joke
And at the end of ya rope
I spooted you many times on blocks sellin' dope
I done hoped and bubbled on top, richer than Bob Hope
Takin' a leave when I see it in ya eyes
As you approach in a doja cloud
Tryin' to hustle up for a smoke
Nigga you should be ashamed the way ya usin' ya name
Puttin' black eyes in the game
You should be out of the game
Nigga it's snitches everywhere I look ain't shit changed

Now feel the motherfuckin' vibe as I burst the flames
They on this shit worldwide
The whole world was tight on slang
Sell rhymes like the undergrounds of caine
When I'm deliverin' pain, fatal lyrics to ya brain
I will train ya mind and design ya with sights to see the real
No appeals, you in the world with lots to live for real
I feel it'll probably be a thrill, with a couple of mill
With a Lex on twenty inch chets for me to wheel
But I'd rather have a couple of mill
Break the fam straight and leave em' with a spot in the hills
The deal is sealed
Still I hustle hard cause the cash is straight
Complete the album, gon' let the streets blast the tape
Stashed away, I no they phony ass will hate
But that's great cause niggas that's fake we assassinate
Graduated and got infatuated with the click though
A wiseman turned schizo and get low

[Chorus] 4x

Dig that, oh boy
That's what I'm talkin' about, JT the Bigga Figga, E-40
Daz Dillinger, San Quinn, what up check it oh boy

[Daz Dillinger]
Ya see I'm all about lavish shit, plushed out havin' it
Fifty g's a twenty gauge on my cabinet
Shit, can't be half steppin'
Niggas be lookin' around blastin' niggas with any reppin'
My profession I selected, directed
Shit, I'm a boss nigga and I'm highly respected (No doubt)
With the stacks cause I layed to the game no pressin' it
Niggas wanna get down but niggas freebasin'
Fuck it up from the Beach down to Filmoe
Give it up, niggas duckin' and it's real ghost
And a nigga hand in pain cause of the wrist
Countin' a million a stack matchin' it
Why try to fade me, the invincible
Principal comin' out as the invisible
I got it locked from every hood to every spot
To want a mack glock, damn it stay hot
Every other sucker and buster beware
It's a Dogg Pound gangsta on the loose out there
And I'm comin' I'm comin' comin' and comin'
And I'm runnin' I'm runnin' and I'm gunnin' and I'm gunnin'

[San Quinn]
They can't stop my paper chasin'
Keep it crackin' on the back streets
Collectin' them chips and all stacks
Who be in tact, nobody really knows the hustle
Sportin' one day, bouncin' back with legs buckled, like that
Fortified, I know these niggas be hatin'
Watch they faces as they can't stand seein' me skatin' (Woo-woo)
Politicin' nah playa no polished tickets
Debt tapes, cash advances and meal tickets
Dogg Pound gangstas and the G-O-P
We from the 415 they from the 213
Beneath the layers like the window, ballin' me and my kin folk
Squattin' on these twenty inch dubs, tint on window

[Hook] 4x
We independent in the game that we bubble
Cause it's the life, the life, the life, the life (The life)

[JT the Bigga Figga]
We bring this shit like the Wild West, Filmoe to Foul-Set
We slang crack and run around with a tech
What did I mean, I'm tryin' to push something clean
Like a 500 CL, nigga please believe
With the stackin' c, puttin' g's on g's
For another hit they beg oh please, oh please
Try to freeze our accounts, I put the strap on ya tongue
I'm doin' this to eat bitch not rappin' for fun
I'm the first to speak and the first to leap
With two concrete feet, touchdown hurt the streets
Hold court in the streets, judgement to the winner of beef
No more clubbin' nigga, no more sleep, uh

[E-40]
Spend safari, ya better go cop a pack of smokes
40 why orwhere ya been
Oh you been givin' out prescriptions and antedotes
Takin' notes, shootin' dice, practicin' my literature
With my folks, Filmoe niggas, ask JT he the bigger figure
Nifty with my spitter, full off that alcohol off The Liks
Old school zig-zag nigga smokin' on some of that cat piss
Pokin' and strokin' the batches, patchin' up my dips
Seven-fifty a pop, nigga that's how I been doin' this
Sellin' tapes out the trunk of my car, independent shit
Fuckin' with these distributors, tryin' to get nickel rich
Tryin' to get nickel rich, fuckin' with these distributors
Moms and pops loyal fans, redeems and vans, ooh

[C-Bo]
Look at them looking like them know me that a bitch you can blow me
Gun in my holster proceed with caution when you approach us
Mob boss with a strong arm fuck the long arms
I swinging a ferrari bomb weed and Bacardi
Big fees now Shit be wild got the bullet proof hummer in a fifty cal
Bulletproof vest can't rest the west is death I stress
The armani with the merclessnes
Yea I flip ritz in a click
That comes with minis niggas gun till they done with them
I never flip the hair I smear
I can't draw the homies like eternal affair but on the down low
You know how the round go respect have a nigga wet up with ammo
You was then they let off more shots than big trick playa hate this
Cuz we labeled the shitness

[Yukmouth]
Labeled a boss a nigga with that make more moves than talk
When a nina busts with no discretion
Wet'em up they bark a nigga that said first a luny
Is what it cost to be the boss we floss the life is hard
These phoney ass niggas and fake ass broads
No laws hate that nigga that ball but fuck them all
They can suck the balls of a nigga that bucks the toughness
That calls of big as this we the mob for the village and 8 cons
Shoot up your squad with teflons I'm above the law
Just like steven segal I'm break their balls off in three
In your hall I can't be lost bitch I can't be tossed
Guns let off niggas and blue tape your money is lost
I control the start of the race these niggas about to do
I'm the boss

[Chorus] 2x
I'm a boss bitch I spark you hood with a boss
I'm a boss can get tossed by niggas above the law
I'm a boss money talks and bushit walks
I'm a boss it takes hard to be the boss
I'm a boss bitch I spark you hood with a bitch nigga

[Daz]
You want to be a bitch nigga and die nigga
And get your muthafucking life lost and die on how you'd flossing
Ain't nothing I don't like snitches always fonting and bluffing
So let a real nigga know something Mama be yo dub less
Fuck around with us you get caught up without a vest
Scared out that sess smoke chronic or flex with a tech
Sweating your homie got checked caught a slug in his neck
I don't like niggas that be talking and hollering that bushit
I'm a gangster that pull quick yeah I'm already bitch
You don't want none of this that nigga daz be droppig all that
Gangster shit I pull a hit out sex you gone kill everything
In a hit out 100 spokes straight spit out bitch
Niggas to get out they gas shit straight out

[Dru Down]
I had to mp up to being a lil droopy in the hood
Fo sho it's dru down for the count making my blahhhhhhhh
Triple naked when I'm acting boom take a move every
Second thinking about my homie that figured me out
Mighty hard to leave you star
Cuz shit I see ya'll on stuck like in some tar
Balling fast cars and losing I get a new one
If lose my chain medallion muthafucka I get a new one
It a boss to pay the cost staticly back on track
Through a super duper jip I'm a gangster
And being a boss is just part of it
Dru down ain't no blow up till I pop your bitch

[Chorus] 2x

[JT The Bigga Figga]
I'm been tryin to get it for so long up in this rap game
Pushin and grindin, movin tapes to get my stack mayn
Lovin it, shit get thick you know we thuggin it
Put our hands in the money playa you know we bubblin
Tycoonin, tryin to get 'em to see me vision
Focus the homies on freedom instead of prison
All the shit that goes on, I have you goin schizo 
Make a playa think he supposed to be up on the sixth flo' 
New cousin, ain't nothin flopped from bein locked up
Earn the stripes on the block, gettin yo self popped up, imagine that
Start grindin in 2000 when police set up shop in every ghetto public housin
Cameras in the steering wheels even when you be pissin
Rocks in your looks start havin niggaz is snitchin
Slippin off the cocaine, blunts, and Remy Martin
In the projects nigga we start beef in the apartments

[Chorus] 2x
I got a nine in my pocket when released again
Gold on my neck my debts close in hand
What you say-it ain't for play
What you say what you say-it ain't for play

[Telly Mac]
Man you got to get, before you claim the click
I know you wanna get the chips in this change for bricks
We in a mix like craze and friend, case the plan
From the street to the studio we move weight for brands
Thanks to fans, now my click stands with authority
We put it on the map from Fillmoe to Morrissey 
Put one-three I'm puttin you through this surgin 
I'm West Coast splurgin, techs mo' burnin
We bad boys servin a verse and for hard earnin
I ain't tryin to teach, but I'm hopin ya'll learnin
The world turnin nigga, and it ain't for play
For the Y2K, Get Low take over the Bay
If you in the way, you better duck cuz we ain't for play
Plus we smokin dank day to day 
Blaze the J, I got a couple thangs to say
Keep it real on the one dog it ain't for play 

[The Commissiona]
I'm watchin time go by tryin to come up with a master plan
To stack mil and flip hundreds to grams
Man it's crunch time hard on the grind
Feelin like I'm on a dead line but really y'all just take what's mine
When my mind focused on the faces here to shake the nation
Anxiously I wanna ball but stand patient
Trickin CD's and tapes for the meantime 
Hustlin to live lavish out this ghetto life status
It's all work stuck in a lab 
Plus 20 cowards tryin to earn money, respect, and then power
I want it all but I gotta go to jail
For the new millennium I'm here to stay mayn I'm after my chips

[Cosmo]
Let's put it all on the table
Rhyme for rhyme, line for line, dollar for dollar and see who shine
I know the word's out and they heard 'bout my team
Since I was young I had dreams about puddles of cream
And fuckin fine ho's, burnin ounces of hydro
And prayin that I don't get popped, when the nine blow
That's what I rhyme fo', to be in this shit 'till my time go
Cuz rappin and hustlin is all that I know
Started off cookin this dope, crooked and broke
Dodgin jail cells lookin for hope
Learnin my do's and my don't's in this rap game
It ain't about the fame or rockin phat chains it's just like the crack game
Either you ball or you fall in it
It's dirty business around my way, and homie we all in it
It's much more than just beats and rhymes
Hope I ain't dead before I reach my time
The streets is mine

[Chorus] 3x

[Killa Tay]
Whoever took the wrong path, 28 havin long cash
Tired of goin past my baby boy growin fast
Look in his eyes I know he ready to ride
With homicide on his mind cuz ain't no peace to find
I'm on the front line battlin demons with verbal weapons
With my heat release I see 'em runnin for protection
No question, I do the checkin with perfection
I stay clockin G's got the trees for the section
Incredible not, that nigga Sean T lace the beats
And now we comin with enough game to change the streets
And I ain't trippin off the fame it's all the same to me
I need my money cuz nothin in life came for free
I used to life the thug life and pack a chrome
Hustled 24/7 'till my sac was gone
Little kids on my block gettin blasted on
But it's a cold world baby and we all shady
White man tryin to tell me I'm crazy and lock me up
Got me fucked up with both hands cuffed
Feelin stuck, 'till my heartbeat cease I'm reppin C-Fold
Nothin to live for, so much to die for livin the life of a psycho

[The Commissiona]
Until I speak of the truth I feel a mil ticket's gettin closer
The Gambino's nigga we certified souljah's
I been laced in the game back in the late 80's
And now it's the year 2001
Some crucial on frontline, tryin to stay away from one time 
Ridin off into the sunset
You taught your whole dealy and come to the game tryin to compete with us
Or ride with us we leavin niggaz speechless
Speak in the heat of all speeches
We 30 deep in this game, we hustle hard and got G's to gain
Make a large amount of paper nigga larger than life
Behind this click nigga The Commissiona I got geez to get

[Chorus] 2x
I got geez to get, P's to flip
Turned off my phone cuz it's hot as a bitch
I know they watchin on the block but I couldn't beleive
When the homies try to tell on me

[Cosmo]
We makin moves, my team too strong we can't lose
Head up against the world take a walk in my shoes
And you gon' see why I act this way 
Gettin Low with some real G's stackin the pay
I'm wakin up fresh off the flight, still hung over from last night
Nothin on my mind but the grind and gettin my cash right
And my vision, I got plots and plans for multimillions
So I can go cop a new Benz when I get the feelin
Makin a killin, off this here rap that I'm dealin
With my cash stacked up to the ceiling
I'm gettin money rockin more bottles and gold lynch to hang to my balls
Dip in act flip stacks to pay for my dogs
That got lost in this cold life
I got tired of workin cold nights and hangin on the block with no fight
I'm thinkin that I might get, slapped and jacked
Facin 25 to a L what type of life is that
I know the shit wasn't meant for me
I'm Young Pachino born floss on you bitches, ballin with Gambino's
Who got nothin to lose
Grabbin my dick, flippin off the world clutchin my tools, make ya lose

[JT The Bigga Figga]
This California lifestyle was dope by the Pound
My nigga wild when it's high profile
We through the aisles, checkin for Beamer's and Benz's 
Searcher in this, for the right one took a strike 'em it's kinda nice son
Cuz we the tight ones, collar poppin to get the pesos
Sacks of dego, stack the cheddar just like the Lego
About to take ov'
We need to reach for your profile and, platinum medallion
Steppin out spaceships with stallions
Next turn your eyes glance up at the bosses
Niggaz is cautious, of these hataz they see us flossin
Camouflage my souljah's sit in a garage
Tinted, my niggaz in it with 2 more guys
I got the mind of a hustler, a tongue of a pimp
Keep my mind on my money gotta ride for the click
We certified from the rap game known to keep it crack game
West Coast Mafia nigga sittin on stacks mayn 

[Chorus] 4x

[JT The Bigga Figga]
You talkin big like you feelin the Figg
You at the crib where the safe is in
You got a jig with a half a wig
Can't even stop when I coast on dubbs
Baby boo's tryin to mug, half gone off the scrubs
With a phone full of bugs, I'm doin my thang
And I gotta get my cheddar cuz I'm true in the game
Been iced up, wrist's is froze, switch the clothes
Another Esko, with them chips exposed
I'm a bay cat
Nothin but grindin to get the money on this late night shit
Big timin it ain't funny
Quit, playin games or get out of the range
Cuz I'm tryin to do the thang, and you wanna do the same

[Chorus] 2x
[LaJoi] Don't even try to clown
[JT] You know you want a boss like me
[LaJoi] Don't even come around 
[JT] Comin through on dubbs
[LaJoi] Cuz I ain't tryin to hear it
[JT] We'll see

[JT The Bigga Figga]
You know you want a real one game and all
When you stopped me in the parking lot at Macy's mall
With a sack full of Rocawear bag at your clothes
And my peanut butter Timbo's be makin me slow
Exchanged numbers for the first time you got your chance
And you been 7 months, without no man
Put my number on the back of your hand I got ghosts
To the spot where we cookin them beats I got dough
Far from bein broke so the time was spent
Every time gettin bent, have a shoppin event
You like gettin laced, with the finest of thangs
'Till you wanna start arguing and playin them games

[Chorus] 2x

[JT The Bigga Figga]
You let your acts be your reason for treason you sold out
On my 30 day tour you couldn't--hold out
Gettin--blowed out, with quarters and eighths
In a boat on a lake, with a cat named Jake
Is that the fate of this union goin tic-for-tac
And you told my little brother that you gettin me back
For all the dirt that I done now you cut your losses
Now you pickin and choosin from the rest of the bosses
Never thought you would take it, to this extreme
When you used to be the draft pick, on my team
Keep it clean, surprised when I got in deeper
Now since you actin up I don't need you neither

[Chorus] 4x

[San Quinn]
Bust like a AK everybody make way
Doin' this the ya way down to a lay way 
No cake, on a chase, on a case, anyplace
Still here many rates one shot all it takes
Ballin with the tapes, thought it was a case
Let's investigate, how can one crew carry all this weight
Stop, drop, get mopped, pop they all watch
We shut down shop, hardcore and hot
We were warned a lot and still swarm the spot
We want spotlight if we perform or not
GL, 2001, even though we only 3 buy a house for my son

[JT The Bigga Figga]
Welcome to the West Coast show we got flow
For the dough we're willing to store 
You wanna flow didn't know
Seen as down for the pounds they boastin 
Three wheel motion we coastin, toastin 
Dime piece with crushed ice
Project life ain't nice with three strikes
And the vice, keep you on the run from the streets 
When they kickin in yo mama's house lookin for the heat
Complete, shit ain't sweet we got beef
On the street, uno deep we on feet
Straight treat, wonderin why no reply
Souljah rag cover my eye, we too fly

[Mississippi Mike]
From a small town, Mississippi 
City of lights, seen bitches smoke dope
Sell they own to pay the rent
Like a matchbox can spread my wings 
Niggaz be tryin to ball 'till they fall
But this town is too small
Gotta relocate them dope spots be hot
And in my residents be full of dead presidents 
My occupation be gang related
Try to stay motivated
Addicted to chronic smoke and movin keys no joke
A time to kill but feel another season to heal
But I can't tell the system has failed 
Sweeter jail, got me under the spell
Catchin tail, and dropped in this devil playground
Don't frown, cuz niggaz from C-Town get down
Women don't frown, I'm huntin mils
Still I'm on a paper chase
Won't stop until I made a million 
I see ya mama pop 'em papa maybe
Black sheep on my throne, I hold in my groan
Sometimes I feel like waitin 'till their gone

[Daz Dillinger]
I grab a bottle of gin and take a swig of my drank
I got a half ounce of bomb so I light up the dank
Smokin, chokin, hopin that the day goes smooth
Ain't no tellin, cuz a nigga right here might lose
I choose to do it G like it's supposed to see
Funky fresh in the flesh it's the D-A-Z
Call my nigga on the phone tell him it's poppin again
I got a fifth of Henn now the story begin
It's been a long time comin
Runnin, gunnin ya niggaz back and forth
See I don't need no support
See I do it by my lonely, so fuck ya phonies 
All you niggaz and you bitches don't really know me
See I dump from the gate, huh, loaded with hate
Rob ya for ya cake, and be on my way
I'm so mafioso, out the fo' do', niggaz 'round here don't know, so

[Sean T]
Heavy in the game, unpredictable
Inner thought, heated is heavy
You can tell motha fuckaz turn pale
Ain't no love for you other niggaz up and pluggin niggaz
You ain't shit without your homboys y'all ain't pullin triggaz
Rock mail is irrelevant
I rise up and cause shit since an adolescent
I've been breakin laws takin jaws everyday ghetto life
Got me kinda Alamo
But still I got pulled like a trigga nigga way sicka 
You don't wanna see a whore anyway in fashion
I'm Sean T, and I stay lit off the gangsta passion
So picture me mobbin a SUV
When I'm duckin and dodgin steady robbin
Fuck the police I got you open like a split wound
Goin like you on shrooms
I'm shinin like a diamond, brighter than a full moon
Make room, hungry niggaz ride fa sho'
Avoidin detours, haters, and the sheisty 5-0

[Chorus] 2x
I see a pile of gold I got my hands in it
Gotta eat so we think 'till we stand in it
Niggaz move smokin fast when they land in it
Cuz they runnin up them bitches and the lavish shit
Sounds of us can never have enough
If you comin with the bullshit then back it up
Sounds of us can never have enough
If you comin with the bullshit then back it up

[San Quinn]
We get it at a low price shit hit the streets
Now we all in the lime light shinin
Rhyme right, for my wrong niggaz after long figgaz
Gettin fake ballers never payin gold diggers
Roll wit us, we sucka free
Make ten mil at least 
Where young niggaz gotta keep a heat
JT makin moves with San Quinn at his side
Ready to ride, from East to Westside
Fillmoe to Long Beach out the crest side
KC to Detroit we got ties
Make the crowd rise when we drop a rhyme
We got to shine, makin moves after mine

[JT The Bigga Figga]  
Circulate, rotate we keep it crackin
Boss game, DPG, Get Low factors
You want action, hotel to motel where we all make mil
Bust sales it's so real
Live shit, work now and floss later
Countin the cakes you knucklin up with the haters
And the playaz, stuck in the lab it's been official
Ridin the tracks and we act to get a issue
It's official, comin to get you we makin moves we the dudes
Holdin them tools we got news for the crews
On the underground pushin them tapes
Keep the business over West you talkin shit in my face, bitch

[Millo]
The streets is watchin, like I'm watchin the streets
24 around the clock, I'm gettin my grease
My young souls, keepin it crackin
From the Bay to LA, tryin to stay lavish
Orientated, keep it in the family
Niggaz can't handle me, cuz I'm so savly 
Marinated, and leadin the team
Hooked up and got tucked with the GLP
Recognize game, when it's in your face
Hard hittaz, hustlaz, on a paper chase
We gettin laced, by the finest in the West
When we hit the front do' we demandin our respect

[Chorus] 2x
I see a pile of gold I got my hands in it
Gotta eat so we think 'till we stand in it
Niggaz move smokin fast when they land in it
Cuz they runnin up them bitches and the lavish shit
Sounds of us can never have enough
If you comin with the bullshit then back it up
Sounds of us can never have enough
If you comin with the bullshit then back it up

Yeah uh, let me speak on it (Yeah, yeah)
Like this

Livin' my life on the streets nigga, completely a hustle mission
It's do or die, no doubt we tryin' to get it nigga
Read about the slick Gambinos
Keepin' it locked on both sides of the globe, sunshine is no
It's kind of crazy in these streets
Where killers will grab the heat
Nigga listen to the shit that I speak
Y'all know the outcome, from Filmore to Third
It's crucial on every turf
They ride and skird off
Until the next day they plot and let the gats burst off
I've seen it with my own eyes
A witness to this sick life
Where niggas will kill to flip some vice
Or a Vette, Viper, or Lex to floss around the West
Shit I'm nothin' nice so out on these streets keep a vest

I'd rather ball than be on these streets hustlin' for mine
It's dirty out here so I'm only trustin' the nine
And I'm knownin' this money ain't worth my freedom
My homie caught a case back in 88 and ever since I ain't seen him
I live the life of crime, affiliated in this dangerous times
Where you either bangin' rhymes or sellin' dimes
And jail time ain't nothin' new to thugs
Movin' drugs, takin' it one time and duckin' slugs
Fuck the love cause it ain't none and never will be
Ya shake my hand call me ya man but probably wanna kill me
I still be one of the realest to spill it
And all that shit that you talkin' about doin' I been did it

[Hook] 2x
This is playin' hard, involved in the streets
Bailin' from bars, street stars playin' for keeps
Bullin' pants saggin' straps under the seat
Hustlin' instead of gettin' caught in all the beef

I stay tucked on my way to the block
The gunshots keep the turf on hot
Crack rocks and fat knocks
All the homies in the jeans ya tryin' to get it
Better keep ya cabbage man them niggas be tryin' to split it
Dirty ones, dirty thugs and then niggas
Head full of drama and everybody wants vengence
Smokin' on blunts and conversatin' over E's
Sippin' on Seagrams cup and plottin' on some G's
Moves get mad, crews get sprayed and the bodies get left
Every fuckin' move you make you gotta watch ya step
And the streets is like a time bomb, know the facts
Never speak business about murders and pullin' jacks
With the shake of the dice you ballin' or either broke
If ya stay in the drama might live or get smoked
Cause it's fifty-fifty, laugh now cry later
And funkin' is for keeps and they comin' back with the sprayer

It gets low, we keep it locked until we sittin' on top
But I'm the chief of the squad, callin' shots
It's nineteen-ninety fever
It's Tha Commissiona, representin' the Gamblaz
But confidentialy we goin' platinum
We feel the truth until the world listen up to hear the real
Cause it's for certain we keepin' it locked and holdin' it down
It's definetly not a get rich quick scheme
That's official, it's our time to shine we takin' over
It's one of the many, I'm playin' by my own rules
Constantly I'm tryin' to stick and move
Avoidin' the block, providin' for the rest of the fam
And I'm a made man
That's why I'm tryin' to execute this major, master plan

[Hook] 4x

I'm from the home where the niggas push tapes out the trunk
And make movies with they lunch money filmin' out trucks
Independent rap movin' tapes like crack
Got em' hooked on this West Coast rap, we got stacks
Adapts and M-P-Cs and mic chords
Thug shit, something we on and fight for
Bring it all together and start with group ten
All the homies on the block is my distribution
Cheap for staff, keep the heat and cash
No matter the situation hit the gas and dash
We got it locked door, copped mo' niggas from the block so
You can't fuck with this, we got scripts

[Hook]
All I wanna do is put my hands on some dough
Reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor
See around my neighborhood nobody knows
What niggas might do to put they hands on some dough
All I wanna do is put my hands on some dough
Reach in my pocket and everybody on the floor
See around my neighborhood nobody knows
What niggas might do to put they hands on some dough
Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale
See nobody knows
Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale
See nobody knows
Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale
Nobody knows
Niggas got game for sale, niggas got game for sale
We got game for sale

Show me right, I don't know whether rhyme or write
Then hit you with the shit ya don't like
Me and my nigga's game be trunk tight
We down to blast on sight
Hit a nigga with the infrared light
So when we see his family we know it's on on site
It don't matter, young nigga get down evry night
Holdin' bitch nigga wifey up for the right price
Give me a couple of cakes and I'll the bitch escape

All I wanna do is get rich, stack my chips
Slap a bitch if she think that shit sick
Only fuckin' with niggas that keep it real in the game
I ain't fuckin' with you suckers tryin' to hate on my name
It's simple and plain, I'm sick in the brain
Quick to explain, you know, I don't give a dang
I'ma ride this motherfucker till the wheels fall off
I'm a hustlin' bitch that can't take no loss

And it's Kurupt, the real close, nigga become ya folk
When ya fall out over dope money and coke money
Ain't shit funny, niggas kill for the quick money
It's real in the shady world of fake and falsey
Nigga don't dare to cross me I'm a jewel in the game
And you's a fool in the game without a tool in the game
End up catchin' a slug to the brain
I warned you once
Now them same niggas that's plottin'
Is them same niggas you smokin' blunts with
Hope you still while I'm sick of this shit
I spent a lot of nights tryin' to plant blunts for a lick
Couldn't go through with it cause of a guilty conscience
Many mobsters say they real but they really imposters
Money I don't got a lot of, a lot of
Get ya money and try to do right in the game
Ain't about to the gang
Walk up out of the game, we make mail nigga
For the right price we got game for sale nigga

[Hook]

They say they want me locked up or dead in the dirt
They got me ballin' spendin' dollars tryin' to get me off erk
Cause me and my cold click we come real shit, we got to work
And money ain't a thing, we dealin' with change and them first
And at the worst can get I lost a punk bitch
I dumped that the folks tryin' to get at some bullshit
Who said we gay, who said us niggas don't play
Menace City and the PB niggas is a un-soft case
And if ya niggas got something to say
Bitch ass niggas we don't play
Say it in my face, if it's negative talk game
And positively I let the glock ring man
We don't bang, we get bitch niggas out the lane
Before the next motherfuckin' lane cross game
Or try to sprinkle salt on these young niggas name
That's why we makin' a statement, fuck everything

[Hook] 2x
In Fillmoe, Fillmoe we don't play
Fillmoe it goes down every day
In Fillmoe, where every man stacks pay
Fillmoe, only the strong survive man

It's time for action, my main focus is only the stackin'
Stuck in this ghetto habitat without a way out
We ghetto platinum and no doubt ya get addicted to the street life
Hustlin' heavy tryin' to duck and dodge from three strikes
Caution cause niggas is shady from here to Boston
Sometimes flossin' talk shit behind ya back often
I spit the truth in every line that I speak
It's hard times nigga, get your's cause I'ma get mine completely
From city to city and coast to coast
We man-made ghetto stars that y'all bitches wanna toast to
Y'all can't even come close to, we larger than life
Don't dare to step up to this squad here, it's lonely after midnight

[Hook] 2x

It's all hypee, knowin' these suckers never liked me
Rather see me in a jail cell with a federal indictment
Nigga, copyin' mafia on my own two
When I come through ride for the West, we all up on you
Ya whole crew, hate and despise when they look through the eyes
Of this real one, rushed through the dirt and pulled him out
And that's for real son
Never be at rest and that a lesson
When the beef hit and when ya get that ya get the blessin'
That's round talk, when shit get thick we see who sticks
And half of the click jump ship and straight split
Ice in the grip, they sell you out of yo location
Ya set back, wakin' ya up with home invasion

[Hook] 2x

You niggas is half pipes, get zero and a half mics
I'm on red eyed flights, tryin' to get shit right
Partners gettin' killed by each other it makes no dollars
It makes no sense that we can't holler
Like to test game, yeah niggas is pawns
Just pieces to the puzzle that'll never respond
We blow Bom by the pound
Seventeen reasons to have seventeen rounds
Might have to down some clowns
Try to get around the shit
If I gotta sell dope nigga, I'm tryin' to flip a thousand bricks
So I can stop the bullshit, we can count some chips
Try to buy our way out this shit

[Hook]
Think smart not hard, don't drop ya guard
Think smart not hard, don't drop ya guard
Think smart not hard, don't drop ya guard
You can have cars, bitches, houses, women
Think smart not hard, never drop ya guard
Think smart not hard, never drop ya guard
Think smart not hard, never drop ya guard
You can have cars, bitches, houses, women

Every day I sit and think how I'ma make things better
Constantly flip and zip a stack of dope, gettin' my cheddar
You know the basics, tryin' to be mobbed out and famous
And I'm already livin' a life that's dangerous, fresh hall-of-famers
That's why a nigga don't fuck with strangers, I stay G'd up
And I'm serious about my fetti, don't make me go an and kill sweeper
Them niggas don't wanna see us, that's what them haters holler
But I'm tell ya boy this neighborhood something like Mr. Rogers
Niggas wanna be hard and niggas wanna have riches
Niggas wanna have cars and niggas wanna have bitches
That's why I stick to the script, I stand tall and do a lot
Make smurk play my part and ain't gon' let my guard fall, nigga

[Hook]

Nothin' to laugh about, something to smash about
You won't make it to the top if you have doubts
A half bounce, get wins takin' losses
Snakes come across us
I slice they necks with di-a-lect
Ride for self, that's out M-O
In the M-O-E where we trip on something little
Niggas losin' they mind, goin' broke losin' they grind
Goin' soft and square and combine
Behind the times, nigga you need to catch up
Stackin' paper to the ceiling is how you rep up
Creep up from the bottom tryin' to reach the top
Fuck the hate, ya squares need to learn a lot
You can get ya face cracked and ya can't replace that
I was on the wrong path, made it to the straight track
Tryin' to ride something fat like sweater
G-O-P, C-D-P no one can do it better

[Hook]

If you ain't knowin' who we is by now, check the logo
We niggas from the streets so police want a photo
Never catch me solo, I roll with the click
We all spit raw shit and try to get more dough
No more games, we got things to gain
Takin' first class flights, we deep on planes
Only speak on lanes
So my real niggas know, suppose no one chose to expose it
Figure it out, we out to sprout over cowards in doubt
Makin' over the towers, doin' albums in hours
On a route about ten hours, we got powers
With rhymes that come down on y'all like rain showers

[Hook]
Whoa, it's nothing but the dog in me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
It's nothing but the dog in me
All y'all know it ain't nothing but the dog in a nigga
It's nothing but the dog in me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
It's nothing but the dog in me
Oh no, oh no

I roll with a pack of dogs who will rob you for your goods
From neighborhood to neighborhood we gettin' the goods
Ran in Chavon home, with the author jasaki
Cock it, lock it and pocket, cook it up and rock it
I talk this like I walk this, true G on the scene
With green, strapped with a killin' machine
Triple beam scheme dreams are made up
Niggas came up, they get brought up
Who's the man, the land of the land gun in hand
Got cash in my hand, weighin' at least a grand
I got gold on my neck that will never fade
Cut ya neck with a blade and it's hard to fade, ha ha

It's nothing but the dog in me
It's nothing but the dog in me, uh uh like that
It's nothing but the dog in me
It's nothing but the dog in me
Uh, uh, uh

We kkep it movin' take it over to make it happen
West Coast bringin' the heat pushin' it platinum
That tape, CD rhyme piece
And buy em' for the homies on the two-way calm keeps calm
Bonafide, boss ballin' we tycoons
Used to post on the block, break trees and sip Boone's
Criss-cross state to state, we federal
Hand held PC, ship bags of dough
Make records, doin' albums in one night
Cause we way too tight, Daz, Big, and Tel might
Bust one, for the six figure digits
Real niggas spit this and stay away from weak shit

[Hook]
It's nothing but the dog in me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
It's nothing but the dog in me
Wild out y'all we know how it is out there
It's nothing but the dog in me
Hey baby, how ya doin'
It's nothing but the dog in me

What that is dog, that's that s-h-i-t
Who that is dog, who the fuck else but Don P.
Exquisite with the flash and fuckin' with the figuro
And that nigga that's dealio so what the dealio
From Long Beach to the filthy Moe, you ain't know
Niggas spittin' like they macks and calicos
Niggas is gettin' low
Bitch soon as you hear this shit hit the floor
Fleas and ticks climbin' all on my dick soon as I hit the door
Cause they know that the Hand from the town puts it down
Get off Remy, X-O, then I doggystyle ya ho
Break her for all ya dough then hit the studio
Keep bustin' like you motherfuckers want some more

[Lil' C-Style]
Ohhwwee, it's goin down
Long Beach connected, me and my nigga Daz doin thangs
Yeah, can't stop this shit - tired of all this bullshit
Nigga independent over here, yaknowmsayin?
Nigga countin my shit, yaknow? ...

[Daz Dillinger]
I slung tar before I had a car...
Went from a lil' old nigga, to a worldwide rap star
My pockets stay fat (fat)
Sometimes I wanna say "fuck rap" and get a sack
(Why's that?) Cuz that's where my heart is at (uh-huh)
That's what started that (uh-huh)
Somebody tell me where the (?) at
So I can get bombed in, ridin on the one ten
to the ninety-one to the seven ten
I back in the Beach again
Just ridin high, jumped out with a grin (grin)
Motherfucker shoot ten, started off with fifty dollars
now I'm up to a thousand
Hittin lick after lick, see how it gets
Now I'm on some old gangsta shit

[Hook]
One nine... nine... (right on)
Nine... (right on) nine...
One nine... (right on)
Nine... (right on)
Nine... nine...

We on some old gangsta shit nigga...

[Lil' C-Style]
Yeah, 5 to 9 for 50
Back, back, bitch you want 9 for a G?
Bitch you want 20 for a thousand?
I - I'm touchin more money than I could ever feel
I stop on the seven where the homeboys chill
I spot my big homie C-Bo and I'm glad he back
Flossin still on the corner with the orange sack
As I continue my mission down M.L.K.
I bust a right and see my homie hangin out on 19th
Big Will, one-eyed gangsta from O-N-G-C
And I'm that lil' nigga C-Style from 19th Street
Not even half way done dipped through my hood just yet
I spot a bad-ass bitch; she wanna give me some head
So in ten traces I got a fish to get
Nigga I love fuckin bitches that I just met

[C-Style]
It's one nine... nine...
Nine... nine...
One nine... nine...
Nine... nine...
One nine...

[Daz]
Yeah haha, one nine-nine-nine
D-A-Z, Lil' Style, comin through like that
(Comin through in the 'Lac) yeah

So now ya know eastside is where we hang
At the one nine liqour sto', doin our thang
The domain, curbed surfin, dubs and dimes
Take the penitentiary check, some rappin at the same time
My homie once for me, way way back
Ya betta, read the walls to know where ya at
And get yo' little ass jacked, that's why I stay strapped
And when I'm on the eastside, I keep it on my lap
Yo Style...

[Lil' C-Style]
Well I gotta stay strapped even though I'm fresh out the county
and ain't tryna go back - to fuckin roaches and rats
and nasty-ass food, nigga ain't tryna eat that
I'm tryna see a brand-new house and a Cadillac
Where my stiz-home's number one on the miz-ap
With my homie Daz and you know we on fiz-a
I was carryin a deuce-five through fo-five striz-at (boo-yaa!)
So ease up and recognize us
Me and my nigga D-A-Z; we ain't nuttin but some RIDERS!
And can't a damn thing divide us
This some real-ass motherfuckin Eastsiders

[C-Style]
It's one nine... nine...
Nine... nine...
One nine... nine...
Nine... nine...
We on some old gangsta shit nigga... yeah
We on some old gangsta shit nigga... yeaaah! ha!

Now you ain't never felt a feeling like a blow
That's when place or show
In the nine nine that's how shit go, fa sho'
Smoke is what makes the train go
Blowin circles around the head
Harmony is with the bullets on the bed
Yeah you heard what the fuck I said
Yeah that's some of that gangsta shit
That ain't misrepresented with that master shit
Nigga just let it be known, that it ain't about no bullshit
Cuz it's on - now that's some of that gangsta shit

[JT the Bigga Figga]
Man I devour emcees, spittin verses over trees
Have a motherfucker lookin for me overseas
Turnin G's to millions, the millions into billions
Cuz I'm tryna make this shit happen for my children
The twins, got me on the hustle after ends
All in the wind and keep far from the pen
Here we go again (go again) the Hen' got a nigga tilted
Bent like L-Bone so the competition quilted
I spilt it, worldwide to all the newses
Fuckin with this, ya loose it - get a verbal bruisin
You know pursuin the paper, treat my destiny
so if ya next to me ya better be about it
To put yourself in jepordy cuz shit done got crowded
I can't allow it, mob shit bitch can't live without it
Somehow found it unbelievable to be unbeatable
In my eyes, facin competition we unseeable
I'm finna see a bid so please
Man we can see the final finishes
My team; a lot like acid, leavin shit sizzlin
Rockin straight jean suits and Timberlands
With a hollow for you, penalty for disrespectin
Even then get a testin, my westcoast connection
We rippin fleshes, tearin intestines out of chestes
Bitch! (bitch!) bitch.. (bitch) ya know

[Hook] 2x
We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs
On the block collectin knots - it ain't no love
We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs
Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud

[The Commisiona]
Yeah
I just got off the private plane, doin a show with the Big and Tel
Tired as hell, we happy to be back in Pimp City
Thinkin about the night before at the show
We had the whole party Get Low on the flo'
Happy to ball, ghetto stars, the other side of the globe
gettin jiggy, makin the crowd astonished the way we minglin
Got it locked now, keepin it locked down
Niggaz lookin at us like we some suckas from outta town
I didn't trip though, till I seen one of them niggaz
slip this other nigga a pistol
I called my kin, told them to bring the bulletproof camel
with the black revolver - they lookin at us like we shystie
outta towners glass ballers, and I guess some of these niggaz flawless
He said, "No problem, I'll be there in less than five whole minutes"
Time is timid, so bring the bulletproof vest too
After I got off the stage, niggaz were scarin hoes with a penis
Nigga believe this, I ain't lyin, man that's it we film it

[Hook] 2x

[Guce]
Slidin in my two-thousand Caddy
Sweepin up the change from the block
When the glock shot, it's all day everyday - we bang
E-B-K, get yo' wig pushed from the cake
We ride southside, westcoast on mind
Kiss the motherfuckin fo' five
Hit him up Mobbalotti, runnin from the one time
Get Paid Mafia, shinin like diamonds
The Cardier make a hoe stare
Dick bustin through yo' pussy hair
Ghetto celebrity, thuggin till the death of me
Drinkin bullies with the gang, westcoast connect mayne
Blow a tree to maintain, do assault for petty change
Money over bitches, ridin on dubs, these bitches
From Highgrove to hittin switches
Get Paid, all about the cheddar, square-ass nigga
Hatin on a playa - the mob gon' getcha
Split ya, rippin yo' pockets on the regular
I'm that nigga that you scared of!

[Hook] 2x

Whassup, whassup, whassup, whassup..
Yeah (SKIIIRT!!) Dat Nigga Daz..
(gangsta, gangsta..) Get busy (get busy)
Get wit it (get wit it) all my niggaz (all my niggaz)
Daz and.. (Daz and..) all my niggaz (all my niggaz)
Get wit it (get wit it) Daz and.. (Daz and..)
the Bigga Figga.. (Bigga Figga..)

[Daz Dillinger]
I was blowed.. just finished fuckin my bitch, countin my shit
Rollin in some marvelous shit (SKIIIRT!!)
Hooked up with the Bigga Figga, fuck Jigga
Me and my niggaz pushin tapes, same as pushin big weight
Mobbin down I-80 in my Mercedes truck with my buddies
On the site to get nutty, play some niggaz like putty
Ready you that fo', bumrushin and rushin the do'
From the Beach to Fillmoe, niggaz be bout that dough
Cash dollars make me holla, pop my collar and don't bother
Niggaz and baby mama drama givin me drama
But I -- some how some way
Keep comin up with gangsta-ass shit like every single day
Get out my way fore yo' bitch-ass get sprayed down
Cuz Tha Gamblaz, we came here to shut shit down
Come around town with fo' pounds sittin in my lap
Gimme my nigga Figga daps then we all about snaps
I adapt to whatever - the longer I live
nigga the more I get clever
Ran through the storms I bring harm
Roll ya over, ring the alarm
Nigga get ready we bout to drop the bomb, but ah..

[Hook]
Nigga tell me what the fuck you gon' do
Betta stop when ya spot my crew nigga, oooooh
Tell me what the fuck you gon' do
Ya get dropped when ya step to my crew nigga, oooooh
Tell me what the fuck you gon' do
Betta stop when ya spot my crew nigga, oooooh
Nigga tell me what the fuck you gon' do
Ya get dropped when ya spot my crew nigga, oooooh

[Telly Mac]
I put my money where my mouth is, keepin the 'fetti folded
While we rollin in winnings, heavy-hitters, nothin but gritters
Soulja rags and spitters - four niners chasin the cheddar
Mini-macks and berettas, big shit, tucked in they leathers
For this type of weather, it's recommeded that ya low-key
Ya know me, the young O.G. that blow trees
while we proceed - I know ya mobbin to this
Pushin compact discs, by the box or by the brick
Now we checkin chips, you know the routine we too clean
Real niggaz do things, straight cash for two blings
Iced out my shoestrings, cash on delivery
Takin wads and bundles in the minute I know ya feelin me
We hustlin, Figga roll and Daz Dilli
While we stackin 'em silly, makin moves to get the pennies
Never knew me really - I got my mind made up
Telly Mac the General, Dogg Pound, don't give a fuck

Bigga Figga tell me what the fuck they gon' do
Get dropped when it comes to my crew nigga, oooooh
Tell me what the fuck they gon' do
Betta stop when it comes to my crew nigga, oooooh
Tell me what the fuck they gon' do
Get dropped when it comes to my crew nigga, oooooh
Tell me what the fuck they gon' do
Betta stop when it comes to my crew nigga, oooooh

[JT the Bigga Figga]
We on some new and improved shit
Some improve shit for gettin rich
My clique'll benefit from gettin chips
Conduct business and this is how we flip
Fuckin with pimps and mobsters to prosper
over niggaz that's wack and ask for Oscars
My team roster, consist of the Get Low P's
So get yo' G's and nigga keep it movin like the breeze
It's Tha Gamblaz and the DPG's lockin the scene
And we them niggaz in the labs that's rockin that cream
On the point just like the block and the beam
The hard hustlin amounts to G's
Motherfucker, know what I mean?
It was all a dream, then it fucked around and came real
We writin platinum hits to flip scripts and try to gain scrill'
So my nigga just pass me the peel
And watch me show my skills like Shaquille O'Neal
We on the paper route for mil's, bigface dollar bills
Iced out grills, blowin to kill, fuck whatcha feel
Nigga chill for real, you know the deal
In the street it's one shot one kill, motherfucker

Yeah tell me what the fuck you gon' do
Get dropped when it comes to my crew nigga, oooooh
Tell me what the fuck you gon' do
Betta stop when ya spot my crew nigga, oooooh
Tell me what the fuck they gon' do
Get dropped when it comes to my crew nigga, oooooh
Tell me what the fuck they gon' do
Betta stop when ya spot my crew nigga, oooooh

Yeah uhh (yea yea)
Lemme speak on it, like this

[?]
Livin my life on the streets nigga, completely on a hustle mission
It's do or die no doubt, we tryna get it nigga
Read about the slick Tha Gambinos
Keepin it locked: both sides of the globe - sunshine or snow
It's kinda crazy in these streets, where killas grab the heat
Nigga listen to shit that I speak, y'all know the outcome
From Fillmore to (?) it's crucial on every turf
The ride the skirt off until the next day
They plot to let the gats burst off - I seen it with my own eyes
A witness to the sick life where niggaz'll kill to flip some ice
On four or five more or less, to floss around the west
Shit I'm nothin nice, all in these streets, so keep a vest

[Shawny Moe]
I'd rather ball than be on these streets hustlin for mine
It's dirty out here, so I'm only trustin the nine
And I'm knowin it's funny, ain't worth my freedom
My homie caught a case back in '88 and ever since I ain't seen him
I live a life of crime, affiliated in these dangerous times
Where you either bangin rhymes or slangin dimes
And jailtime ain't nothin new for thugs, movin drugs
Takin it one time and duckin slugs
Fuck the love cuz it ain't none, and never will be
You shake my hand, call yaself my man, but pro'ly wanna kill me
I still be one of the realest to spit it
And that shit that you talkin bout doin, I been did it

[Hook] 2x
Niggaz is playin hard, ivolved in the streets
Bellin from barred streets, stars playin for keeps
Buckles and pants saggin, straps under the seats
Hustlin instead gettin caught all in the beef

[JT the Bigga Figga]
I stay tucked on my way to the block, the gunshots
keep the turf on lock, crack rocks, and fed knots
Saw the homies in the trenches tryna get it
Rather keep yo' cabbage man them niggaz be tryna split it
Dirty ones, thirty guns, and ten niggaz
Head fulla drama and everybody want vengeance
Smokin on blunts and conversatin over E's (whassup my nigga)
Sippin on Screamin Cousin and plottin on some G's
Rules get made, crews get sprayed and the bodies get left
And every fuckin move you make you gotta watch yo' step
In the streets it's like a time bomb, know the facts
Never speak business, about murders or pullin jacks
With a shake of the dice, you ballin or either broke
If you stay in the drama; might live or get smoked
Cuz it's fifty/fifty - laugh now or cry later
And folkin is for keeps and they comin back with the sprayer

[The Commisiona]
The Get Low; we keep it locked till we sittin on top
But I'm the chief of the squad, callin shots, it's knots 90 fever
It's The Commisiona representin Tha Gamblaz
Man confidentally we goin platinum
We tellin the truth, and to the world listen up to hear the real
Cuz it's for certain, we keepin it locked and holdin it down
This definitely not a 'Get Rich Quick Scheme'
That's an official, it's our time to shine, we takin over
It's money to make, I'm playin by my own rules
Constantly I'm tryna stick and move (move)
Affordin the block, providin for the rest of the fam
And I'm a made man, that's tryna execute this major masterplan
We playin hard!

[Hook] 4x

Uh uh (Geah, geah, geah, geah)
Yeah yeah (Wha wha)
Dogg Paw Records (Uh uh)
G.L.P. Records (Geah, geah, geah, geah)
Uh uh, check it out, check it out
Tha Gamblaz (D-1-8) What?

[JT the Bigga Figga]
We low-key - city streets, we on the under
Bring thunder, bomb beats for hot summers
We at this, in and out just like a robbery
Break bread, lay down slow because ya bother me
Stressed out, ghetto shots the metal hot
When the cats get to buckin and shit, peep the pot
Camoflauge in the buckets we ride, get up inside
On the other side, now we collide, it's Westside
Certified, I make it happen for my real folks
Representin Fillmoe, we make them hits
All the way to the L.B., cuz them niggaz tell me
They be gettin they grits

[Chorus] 2X
We put it down for the real folks
L.B. to Fillmoe - you can't fuck with this!
And when it come to the tips
Westcoast represent y'all - all we make is hits!

[Daz Dillinger]
I'm lookin ghetto fab, coordinated with some G shit to bang
Twenty cents on the hang, ain't a fuckin thang
The Bigga Figga Dilli ride the city gettin greedy
Ohh what a pity, smokin sweets and switchin Philly's
I get off the chain, get loose sip juice
On my way get down 'fore I start to produce
I need a valet my frame of mind is madly
Ohh how can I be happy when the feds tryna jack me
They try to get at me and they try to get me
Nothin but G's is ridin with me, all the bullshit can miss me
Westside, Eastside, we ride slide and die
For the cause baby girl, be fuckin her out of her drawers
She know me from back in the days, I get the cabbage
Dat Nigga Daz gots to have it, haha!
I'm a motherfuckin hustler, busts on busters
Fuck all y'all suckers and ride on motherfuckers

[Hook] 2X

[JT the Bigga Figga]
Man it's more like nuttin to lose, and a lot for me to gain on
I stayed back waitin my turn and got my game on (Game on)
We're not a spotlight, shine every rhyme
Maybe only cuz that's how us niggaz came on
I'm in the same zone of the twilight, livin the high life
And I gotta rhyme tight, man cuz all my fuckin fans
I'm puffin on grams, until a niggaz nearly can't see
For tape three I can't come weak, I'm at my peak
Do a hundred thou a week, through the streets
Got us ready to start collectin 'fetti, swing cars like Andretti
Heavy chips that Tha Gamblaz flip, when we hit
Like the '89 quake, that shook the fuckin Bay
Day to day is what I'm talkin 'bout, who the fuckin tightest?
You know about Tha Gamblaz, G.L.P., Frisco's Finest
Diamond cut records and beats, nuttin sweet
When I speak, only represent for the elite
We play for keeps, fast cars and jeeps, for all my peeps
Clearin up the Billboard charts, on a single sweep
No retreat, I keep the heat, waitin in my notebook
50 bar rhymes with no hooks

[Killa Tay]
They say my mind's in the sky cuz I'm high as a kite
I see the devils run for cover when my people unite
Tryna get my thug life right, and change the way we all think
Finally found the missing link (What is it?)
God is real, I felt the touch
No way to ignore that I recognize
Ain't no money from the third eye, so why lie?
Expectations sky high, then we all die, but the game won't change
So many curses, so many hearses, stuck in my brain
I know the way God works, took me 28 years
To finally face all fears and see my real life clear
I near thug heaven pledgin allegiance to my livin
And the feds can't hate, they know my talent's God-givin
Never been to prison, I'm supernatural for real
Remainin military minded, with a passion to kill
So if the revolution pop off, I'm ready and deadly
I dare any one of you peckerwoods to play with my 'fetti
So feel the fury flow, the planet revolves around me
And now I'm thuggin more than sucker-free
I pray for strength to keep my mind right
Eternal limelight, still in my sight
But now I see straight, my B.G.'s can't re-late
Cuz I'm high-powered...

[Daz Dillinger]
See I'm in it just for wit it
And I'm in it for the long run
Hang out the window lil' lower just for fun
I catch it all of ratch get feeled get called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid crow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so quick so fast
The dollars is big cash as I stacks my dash
I burn some hush wit some indo hang my rain out the window
Bullets flying just like missiles we the dawg
We mob type shit when we guiling we blast
As the job and then we dump him and slide him

[Chorus] 2x 
Its just the street life
thats how we live as a kid
Hoes,in drop top benz, having major ends  

[Telly Mac]
(Its just the street life)
We breakin' out no matter what we keep it high tech
Flossin' on some benjamin' shit ready to strike, Mah niggaz bike it
C-B yours and all your babys all the homies is crazy poka face
Like Patrick Swayze
Burner glooves, black beanies they can't see me
America's nightmare white flags and treaty
Cause' dust this we can't trust us they busk us,
Pimps and hustla's trapped in they clutchus

[Chorus] 2x

[JT The Bigga Figga]
We knew, (Its just the street life)
For real loc so you gotta hustla bitch make ends
Don't fuck with no fake friends, you ride until the end
You claim to be the realist but you came to pretend
Drink piss thought I was rich cause I was willin' in Benz
Rolls royces, and date weed feelin' the hen(hen)
And plus I rolls wit the squad drinkin' mob mend(mob mend)
And plus a thug niggaz thugged out niggaz ready to play hard
Pullin' your J-car still ridaz like Jay-R
Ready to bust like a A-R, hang wit the way 4
Leavin' anything movin' scarred, We Westcoast stars
Spittin' million dollar porno's for ours
Who the fuck wanna star not me I gotta get it
I represent it, still stick to getting riches
The world is endless nigga dis is how we livin'
The street life (thats how we live as a kid
Hoes,in drop top benz, having major ends)

[Chorus] 2x

[JT The Bigga Figga]
We play hardball, runnin these streets in different routes
Make the paper count, stuffed in the couch, we got clout
All I talk about is cheddar-chasin, we in the Jets
In a parking lot in a bubble goose rockin a vest
So we mean-muggin, whole trunk full of goodies
Burner gloves, Timbos, Levis and the hoodies
I'm in and out of B-210, juice & gin
Crack the window when you smokin them bidi's, pass the Hen
Overdrive in the passenger side, my niggas ride
For the westside, 415, ????
By the look in his eyes, you never been around the block though
Bustin off rounds or crack dealin to keep it hot tough
Dancin with the shift, get skirtin, illegal motion
Stoppin for the cops and it's curtains, so keep coastin
When they dust for prints ain't no punks in this
And if they ever bring the drama get the pumps for this

[Chorus]
We ain't got shit to lose but much to gain
We young thugs who done felt much pain
Drug dealers who touched caine
Stuck in the game like 'fuck fame'
Makin weak cats tuck they chains
Ain't nothin changed

[Killa Tay]
I serve a punk quick like Serena and Venus
Foul language, broken English, but my style's the cleanest
I was born on the East but I reside on the West
Officially Supernatural, so I ride to the death
Express my plans to my fans, put my spirit in lyrics
Eternal threats after a mic check, let the whole world hear it
They call me Mister Mafioso, the one and only 
Runnin a mob, gettin the job done, no love for the phoneys
I'm representin WCM to the fullest, my nigga
Pullin strings like a trigger, posted up with the stigma
I lay my hat somewhere in ???? protectin my family 
My homies ain't understandin me cause they live in a fantasy
I got deep ties and I'll keep wise, respect from the West to the Eastside
These gees ride just to put it down in my British Knights and my Levis
But now we all O.G., livin casual, ready to travel
Ain't no equal to this God Mob crew, who wanna battle?

[Chorus]

[Cosmo]
We livin in the last days where gats spray
Hittin cats from blocks away
Crooked cops tryin to stop the pay
They think we rockin lley
Tryin to monitor the ways that we operate
Cause we won't cooperate
We stay large, we break jawbones and get our ball on
On the block hustlin dope till it's all gone
I'm almost all grown, I got a .380 Beretta and it's all chrome
I know I'm all wrong for all the thug livin and drug dealin
I put my ears to the streets but all I'm hearin is these slugs peelin
When they come killin ain't no words fo'
All you seein is beanies, black pistols and herb smoke
Dirty money wrapped in rubberbands
Young killas dyin over scrilla, I heard he went out over a hundred grand
Penitentiary cells blocks
Is full of young thugs who ain't got no choice but to sell rocks
I know my future was planned for me to succeed
I'd die to see my homie G-Spot and mama live free
A lotta suckers wanna get me, plottin on seein me
Dead, got they glocks aimed for my kidneys

[Chorus]

Motherfucker, cha-pow here I am let's get started off right
With a gun or a fight, think you hard
You a dog that don't bite, see I'm trained to kill
Give a fuck about you hoes, spill ya blood for thrills
Grip ya body, naked shakin' we neck breakin'
Niggas in my hood be runnin' while them niggas salt shakin'
Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em'
Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box
Watch out, surrounded by niggas that's plottin' and creepin'
Lot of caps slippin' and jack me for my chips
Nah, get the twelve gauge and load a gob
Blowin' something in these niggas if they actin' calm
Niggas'll blast, yellin' out "Fuck y'all"
While they mashin' steady blastin'
Ain't just here for nothin' doin' right for right
Cause it's right, shit niggas gotta do to earn they stripes

[Hook]
Can't run, ya can't hide
Gon' get cha' when ya least expect it
Ya gon' diiiiiie, yeah, yeah
Can't run, ya can't hide
Gon' get cha' when ya least expect it
Ya gon' diiiiiie

Took about the same looty to perform my duty
Survey this thing to a nigga that knew me
Little did I know he was settin' me up
Wettin' me up and catch me up
Barely escapin' heart beatin' fast mile racin'
A shotty in hell, I thought I was dead
But I'm alive and payback is a mother you fucker
I'll be back carvin' Ruckers when the gauge start bustin'
Penitentiary rap but we here and ain't shit
Nigga dyin' quick and get ya throat split
Comin' out do worse, I love to do work
Retaliation, revenge make it hard to live
Shoot-outs cop, when ya jackin' and robbin' and mobbin'
Stabbin' on through the town, layin' em' down
I'm a war street veteran, never say I better than anybody
That nigga Daz and Young Gotti
Blast em' with the shot after fleein' the scene
Cause money, power, and dreams make a hell of a scheme
Grippin' nine to ya brain, put the set on shade
Writin' big, bold letter that'll weigh ya sign

[Hook]

My dreams and nightmares hard before I went to sleep
So I stay awoke and cocked with four five loaded
Cautious on my toes at all times, on the grind
Mindin' my own, dropped and smoke in the zone
It's a shame how we do it, how we represent the game
Blast and maintain for the money and the fame
You know the steelo, nigga we know
We get down and dirty because we do low
Keep it strong for so long, I couldn't go wrong
But fuckin' with some niggas knew some shit would go wrong
Niggas comin' up short chop em' down with the chopper
Givin' em' all tones and one hand sole
Nigga stop it, show me how you do it, how ya drop it
Give my dogs a fat just to get it poppin'
Got the dope and the scale and it ain't hard to tell
Hard bound but come around where the dogs dwell
When ya least expect it, you can die any second
Nigga stop check it and dwell on it and respect it

[Hook]

Yeah ain't no where to run and ain't no where to hide
Ha ha (Don't die) so you might as well just go on and kill yourself
(When ya least expect it, ya gon' die) ha ha ya know why (Die, die)
Nigga ha, ha (Ya can't run) yeah

[Slip Capone]
Hawthorne to Longbeach, haha...
Some of that Capone and Dat Nigga Daz shit
Smackin y'all niggaz upside the head, beyotch
Show y'all niggaz what it is..

[Daz]
Welcome to California where the gang stay
Longbeach, Compton to Watts, Hawthorne and L.A.
Outside we rip-ride, let the slugs fly
I maintain just to bang with the gang till the day that I die
Get crazy plus looney and insane, on yo' ass
First just to blast on yo' ass if yo' talkin trash
Cash; she in all them hardy-tardy no (?)
They get some get back and get they whole wig peelt back
Hangin out on the corner drinkin Sapp
Little homies doin things from murders to jackin
And they say, ("Yo Daz are you a rider?")
And I reply with, "Hell yeah I'm a rider!"
Motorola TV's - 'Lacs on D's
Make us niggaz feel good when us niggaz got cheese
Young niggaz robbin niggaz for they dope sacks (give it up!)
Just to see where they hearts at
Smokin weed and loots and hubs, roll around with beat in my truck
Roll around with heat in the front, just to dump at two punks
12 gauge sawed-off, thinkin my point across
Cooperate nigga or get broke off
Ask ya homies how we put it in work
Now they here, now they gone, six feet in the dirt
Rest in peace to my homie L-Dogg from the DPG
Bringin drama to these niggaz, bringin drama to the streets

[Chorus]
Whattcha gonna do if ya wanna hang and bang
..and move around with those gangstas
Whattcha gonna do if ya wanna hang and bang
..and move around with them gangstas, gangstas!

[Slip Capone]
In L.A. ya dress cordial, accordin to the area ya goin to
Ya might need to where a black khaki suit standin in grey and blue
Ya never know who gon' be waitin, and watchin - plannin and plottin
to getcha caught and leave ya shot and forgotten
Remember back in the day, Lewsinger high
Caught every park in the mornin, school was cool when ya high
Knockin niggaz on they ass, put a nigga through the glass
Capone got there so fast, the motherfuckers crashed
And I laugh when I think back on the days of my past
My gangsta-ass ways, take a sip like drinkin blaze
in the Purple Haze -- finna get my smoke on
Two o'clock in the mo'nin with my motherfuckin lotes on
Getcha loc' on wit a nigga if ya wit a nigga
Hit a nigga up in traffic, then go try and get a nigga
Cause I'll split a nigga with millimeters from heaters
Cop killers, case I gotta kill a cop I'ma need 'em to beat 'em

[Daz]
They say, "Slip are you a rider?"
And I reply, "Hell yeah I'm a rider!"
My situation got illy, Kurupt was out in Philly
When I hooked up with Daz Dilli, to slap ya silly
Make a milli-on, when I drop to Leban-on
Mega-tron, Veit-nam, napalm, Bombay bomb
it don't stay calm for long
When a nigga livin in a warzone, then the war's on
I'm a king on my throne, so put the crown on my dome
And so it read 'Hawthorne: The city where I was born'
Till the cows come home, in the southside of L.A.
The City of Angels, but Hell surround us, all around us
Makin it hot, I heat it up, slow my slow and speed it up
Flip a rock and give a cut to the homies
to get some new chucks to bang in
Keep the rag hangin, Cutlass to slang in
Got a whole gang of ends

[Daz]
Knick-knack patty-whack, give a G a strap
If he a G put to work, if he a punk he pass it back

[Slip]
You want the AR-15, the glock 17, the M16 or the uzi 14
Mini-machine, with the infrared beam, gangsta lean
It's like a dream to be fresh on the scene, knahmean?
Rest in peace to Strak-Lo, keep calm
Rest in peace to the homie, NailBoy and radio ridin in peace

[Chorus]

[Daz]
Yeah, that's how we do it
Slip Capone and Dat Nigga Daz
Funky Fresh '99.. yeah haha...

Yeah, yeah
What's up, what's up
Where you at nigga, on my way nigga
Nigga, nigga
Yeah, what's goin' on
They don't know about that new shit huh
Where you at, up bitch if ya let me

[Mark Morrison]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Daz Dillinger]
Out of the clear, blue sky makin' it happen
Also shit we stackin'
Crushin' and bustin' upon all these backstabbers
I seen em' in traffic, it's Daz Dillinger
He ain't familiar with us
How I getsdown and gets up
Scopin' out the scene, forever makin' green
Stabbed in the back, plot and scheme
Me, Tray, and Mark get busy
After dark rippin' in my park
From the end to the start
So tell me homeboy what it is
I thought we was down to the end
My next of kin tryin' to blast me to the end
What it is I thought that we was down till the end
What it is, backstabbers

[Mark Morrison]
Said ya was my brother, brother
But you ain't no brother, brother
Turnin' ya back on me
And it turns to jealousy
Said she was my sister, sister
But you ain't no sister, sister
Treatin' a mack this way
Dodgin' me all day
I thought you was my back (Yes I did)
Cause we all still black (So true)
And no matter what you do (No, no, no)
I could always count on you (Oh)

[Daz Dillinger]
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Hook]
(Backstabbers) Who's supposed to be ya friend (Backstabbers)
The one that be down to the end (Backstabbers)
Soon they stab you in the back (Backstabbers)
What I'm supposed to do, stab em' back (Backstabbers)
Who's supposed to be ya friend (Backstabbers)
The one that be down to the end (Backstabbers)
Soon they stab you in the back (Backstabbers)
What I'm supposed to do, stab em' back (Backstabbers)

[Mark Morrison]
Girl he ain't my brother
How is he my brother
Turnin' backs on me
And it turns to your envy
Swearin' she my sister
But how is she my sister
Servin' suits on me
Negative plublicity, listen
I thought she was my back (Yes I did)
Cause we all still black (So true)
And no matter what you do (No, no, no)
I could always count on you
Brother can't you see
That he usin' you against me
And no matter what they say
Mack Daddy's here to stay

[Hook]

Backstabbers, like a flagrant foul with no damn sound
How dare you try to stop big pimpin' slow
When the life of the flavor is my ho
Layin' between the lines lyrically
Inclined to come off divine
Every mack in time, against all that

[Mark Morrison]
I thought you was my brother
Cause we all still black
And no matter what you do
I could always count on you
Sister can't you see
They're plottin' you against me
And no matter what they do
My love will come to you (Tray Deee)

[Tray Deee]
When I return like the mack then I cause disaster (Yeah)
Bangin' on these wack, back stabbin' bastards (What)
Perhaps it's a lack of true macks that's rappin' (Uh)
While people don't be knowin' what's exactly happenin'
But try to play me, Tray Dee will clashin'
Cause I brand these Magnums and blast the fastest
Don't ask if I'm massive to grab my stashes
I last in the past puttin' plans in caskets
Daz and the Mack in the back be flashin'
And havin' it lavish with smashin' classics
Act like mack life ain't no joke
Burnin' youth hang in Cali where the pistols smoke (What)

[Mark Morrison & Daz]
Backstabbers...backstabbers (What ya say now) Backstabbers
(What ya say now) backstabbers (What ya say now) Backstabbers
(What ya say, what ya say) backstabbers

[Hook]

[Latoya Williams]
Ooooh...
Hi, my name is Latoya Williams
and this is a story about; my man
You see ladies, I had this man about, two or three years ago
And boy did I love my man
But somethin awful happened, mmm
and they took him away for awhile {*door slamming*}
Now I know some of you ladies out there know what I'm talkin about
Here's my story...

I'm feelin so lonely, lonely, lonely, lone
As I sit by the phone, mmm
Days are long, nights are cold
There's no one home, but me
What am I to do? - I find myself,
callin you, over and over and over
Please, pleeease, come and rescue me
From all this pain, all this pain, and agony! OoohHHHhhh!

(But all, I have is time without you)
And that's not good, oh no!
(It hurts, to know there's nothin I can do)
If I could, but I gotta try (try) and do it! (do it)
Cuz your not here, and I'm so alone without you! (you)
So I'll do it (do it)
Sometimes! It hurts so much that I cry! (cry)
and I bawl (mmmmmmm)
Cuz my baby, my baby, my baby ain't home
OoohHHHhhh no!
OohhHHh, ohhhHHh-ho-ho

My baby, my baby...
(But all, I have is time without you)
And that's not good, oh no no no!
(It hurts, to know there's nothin I can do)
If I could, but I gotta try (try) and do it! (do it)
Cuz your not here, and I'm so alone without you! (you)
Sometimes! It hurts and then I cry! (cry)
and I bawl (mmmmmmm)
Cuz my baby, my baby, my baby ain't home
Ohhh! Ooo-oo-oooooohh...

C'mon, whassup nigga...
Ride over here on the dope side...
Clockin like a muh'fucka yaknow?
Let loose!

Time goes by, whether ya to' off or livin fly
Like this life that ya livin, you could see life in my eyes
And I wonder why - when I decide the time'll find
Turnin earth into meantime, then catch me on the grind
What's mine, is bout mine - let it be known
For those who won't know and don't know, if we don't tell 'em
They ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em

[Chorus]
I'd rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
Ain't nothin I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope
I said I'd rather lie to ya, then sell ya hope
Ain't nothin I could tell ya so I'll sell ya dope

(Put ya flag in ya hand)

Children come into the world with no, state of mind
Then mind state of mankind is that of earth - blind
From the time ya born till ya gain consciousness
ya loose it all, tryna prove it all
Mom and pops told me, "Son it'll be days like this"
But they never told me I could get paid like this
High risk, where my neck on the line
For the chips, get paid, get put in the twist, get sprayed
She pray; what else can she do?
Cops came to the door with four pictures of me bouncin with a .22
I guess that's life and then ya die
That's why we get high, cuz when ya gone bye bye.. (see ya)
And I ain't never seen a person that died again
And ya wonder why we finna go ride again
That was then, and this is now, and this is how
we execute our plans, nowadays it goes down
Ya flip a pound, ya work a bird, ya work the curb
They watch ya spot, they watch ya spot where ya serve that juice sweet
Just to get niggaz off the street
I got caught up in the mix went to the county and shit
Back on the street tryna figure out well if they hit first
Click your heat or take your beater or I can spit me a verse
Whichever happen, cappin, rappin, sellin sacks and mackin
I make it happen, nigga I make it happen

[Chorus]

Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope

I got all the homies at (Eastside!)
If you blue or red raggin (Westside!)
Walk around witcha flag in the air (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
Put ya flag in ya hair
Where all y'all homies at? (Eastside!)
If you blue or red raggin (Westside!)
Walk around witcha flag in ya hand (Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! ...)
Put ya flag in the air

aww yeah, recognize game..
Dat Nigga Daz, Tray Deee, Big C-Style, Big AD
Soopafly, thugs, money from drugs
Felony crimes, poverty.. whassup with affirmative action?
We the United States? Seems like the Divided States
Liberty and Justice for all? Shit.. Liberty and Justice for y'all

It's eastside, westside gangbangin, on a daily
Flag hangin out ya pants, nigga life on ya last chance
One more stripe to lock it down till ya dead
Caught a felony case, made bail and then fled
Got caught up, a year or so later
with some player hater nigga tryna slang and got you claimin his game
What a shame; this game - I let it be known
For those who don't know and won't know, if we don't tell 'em
They ain't usin me but usually it's somethin I can sell 'em...

[Chorus]

Will we quit? Nah I don't think so - no
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope
We're remainin gangbangin, keep sellin this dope

[Tray Deee]
Uh-huh, yea..
That's how we do it out here on the wild wild motherfuckin west
Ain't nuttin changed, put somethin up in niggaz chest
Niggaz think this a joke? Ain't nuttin to know
Just getcha motherfuckin money and keep ya heat by ya side
Cuz this the land where them niggaz ride..
Best ta recognize...

[Lil' C-Style]
Ooo Weee, it's going down Long Beach connect gang
Me an my nigga daz doing thangs
Yea, can't stop this shit, Im tired of all this bull shit
Nigga independent over here, now what im sayin
You cant count my shit, ya know

[Daz Dillinger]
I smoked Tora before I had an call
Went from a little old nigga to an world wide rap star
My pockets stay fat
sometimes I want to say fuck rap and get an sack (Why's That)
That where's my heart is at, that why I started that
Somebody tell me party at
So I can get bombed in riding on the 110, to the 91 to 710
Im back in the beach again, just riding high jumped out with an grin
Mother fuckers shoot ten 
Started off with fifty dollars, no Im up to an thousand
Hit nigga after lick, C.I.S now im on some gangsta shit

[Chorus] 2x
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine 

[Lil' C-Style]
I touch more woman than I can ever feel
I stop at the set where the homeboys chill
I spot big homie C-bo with the gat and bat
Cross the street and the corner with the orange sack
As I continue my mission down m.l.k
I bust a right and see my homie hanging out on nineteen
Baby boy where that gangsta from who and g.c
Im that little nigga C Style from nineteen street
Not haft way to dip to my hood just yet
I spot an bad ass bitch she want to give me some head
So I take ten Tracy's, I got an bitch to get
I love fucking bitches that I just cant hit

[Chorus] 2x
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine

[Daz Dillinger]
Yea, ha ha one nine nine nine
Daz an Lil Style coming through you like that
Now you know Eastside is where we hang
Got the one nine loc and doing the thang
Don't make curb serving, dub or die
Taking penitentiary chasing and rapping at the same time
My homie once want way back
You better read the walls and know where you at
Or get your little ass jack, that's why I stay strap
When im on the Eastside I keep it on my lap
Lil Style

[Lil C Style]
Nigga I got stay strap
Even though im fresh out the county and aint trying to go back
To fucking roaches and rats
And nasty ass food, I aint try to eat that
Im trying to see brand new house and an cadillac
Where my six hoes, number one on the bizzat
Where my Daz and you know we on fizzat  
I was carrying to and duce five to an four-five strizzat
So eaze up and recognize us
Me an my nigga D-A-Z aint we nothin but some riders
Aint an damn thang could divide us 
This is real ass mother fucking Eastsidas

[Chorus] 2x
One Nine, Nine, Nine, Nine

[Daz and Lil C Style]
We on some gangsta shit nigga
We on some gangsta shit nigga

[Big Pimping]
Now you aint never show the feeling like the blow
That wind place the show and the nine nine that how shit go
Fa sho, smoking is what makes train go 
Blowing circles around over here 
How many is with the bullets on the bed
Yea, you heard what the fuck I said 
Yea, that some of that gangsta shit 
That aint representing with that master shit
Nigga just let it be known that about no bull shit
Cause this song, now that is some of that gangsta shit

What it is nephew ya know
Yea, touchdown on this suckas man
From all angles of the game and let these fools know
We ridin, we mobbing, we hogging, we dogging, we flossing and balling
So what it iz

[Chorus] 2x
What it iz, I thought we was down to end 
My best of friends try to mash me and do me again
What it iz, I thought we was down to end 
What it iz 

[Daz Dillinger]
Forever coping cash, be on the mash with my business
Honest ticking yall niggas, niggas cross me got me acting shity
Real niggas is all that I keep 
Keep watching the street making it happen with the rap and the beat
This the game and we bang on other gangs
That Don't play when we claim, so we knocks them out the frame
What a shame it is, cant be levels, cant be friends 
Homies be acting funny we am swerve and an grin
But aint no thang do you in
Grew up as an kid giving all I can give with one life to live
But with the Sean John give me con
From growing off of murder of mother fuckers, Bounty it's on
You know what time it is, drooping these rhymes again
Anyway it goes you niggas cant see my flow

[Chorus] 2x

[Daz Dillinger]
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day 
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day

[Daz Dillinger]
Roll up an blunt 
Pulling and punching giving it up for nothing
Only in it for something if it aint cheese fucking, Roll up biz a bucket 
I keep niggas coming, so watch out before your punk ass get knocked out
Stuff one right back up in your mouth 
Waking up early, im down so what you cha talking about
Im Daz Dillinger but im still dat nigga daz 
Only in it just to get it just bust an niggas ass
Only demonstration, fuck conversation with us
Only conversation when we kick up dust
Its an must that I diss you niggas back again
Plus on your video talking all that smack 

[Chorus] 2x

[Daz Dillinger]
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day 
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day

[Daz Dillinger]
Now my last verse
Showing up an few women
Im coming up and get bombed rushed
For running up Long Beach
Have you forgot where you from 
Eastside of Long Beach represent 21
Blowing smoke in your face
Roll up an joint or bong 
To set let your mother fucking ass to get out an song
Its strong to be weak, Watch out when I creep 
And I land in yo ass to knock you out your feet
That pimp shit to impress me or faze me
All I fuck different yall and yall don't pay me
Simple as I can say I can say Fuck Yall
This is from all of my doggs so Fuck Yall

[Chorus] 2x

[Daz Dillinger]
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day 
Why does niggas want to act funny with the money
We used to be down back in the day

All dem niggas right there
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Fuck y'all

I thought you knew about us
You know what we throw on this
1-87 on rhyme
Anybody killa
Fuck all y'all

We run the streets, come run with my game
We make paper, big paper, all day, it's a thang
And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you
Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you
Nigga we keep the streets hot
It's just us and the cops
And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock
Guess money rule the world
Materials and girls, fly
Did ya never seen?
Never, even dreamless, these things
That make the world we live in what it is
And though with paper you would die
It's a shame what is real on these wheels
Foes on a hundred smoke weed
Me and Bad and Tray-Dee
In an ice machine
Big strap that let a nigga have to come out
Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out
Hit the liquor store when nigga used to run out
Throwin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)

Though we all wanna live it up
'fo the lights go out in your house
No one is gon' get there
Fillin all doubts, and hold out
Only when ya sure to take a loss
Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light don't blast
If the guns don't get cha
It's sure to be the cancer
Why ask why? You gonna believe his answer
He made it up and just about to get your chances
It's a baby I've been knowin,
Trust of homage you could go insurin
Gats at close range or betrayal of my trust
Only gave me one change, it's just us
Who banging at the poppa stops
Gangsta network your G shit
Makin million dollar plans
Pullin million dollar scams
It be a trillion dollar man
Fuck y'all, I'm gettin rich
The world make me sick
I really wanna live it up
It's like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up
I stay calm and stay composed with no doubts
Throwing up Dogg Pound hollerin...

What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)

We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it up
Mashin for this dream and never will we give it up
Puttin up with nothin
The world let us hear with no fury
Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'em
Talkin nothin
Provin, movin I can make a difference
Any ??? 'll speak louder then
All that y'all jackin at gettin payed 
One of the two main reasons I keep rappin
It just happened
The peace so niggas don't know
Sublime would open, how they dyin, I'm just tryin
Till I keep all my times boy, I hit the line
Someone should defy the law
I've forgot what I was looking for
Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours
Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door
Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours
Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door
Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours

What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)

Hahaha,
Yeah
We run these streets
And some big dope sacks
Nigga
Smoke some, drink some
That's what I'm talkin about
Yeah
Haha

Still blastin at close range
Things ain't changed
We the gang
But we blast and mash to maintain
Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-D
Gang bangin
But we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all suckers
To my big homeboy C-Style
What up dogg?
Yeah
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout

Throughout the city the gunfire lit up the street
We ride for revenge honor and respect
Death to all y'all homeboys,
Catching niggas slipping, peeling there motherfucking caps back
Yeah, the game, that's how we do it
Everyday all day, straight riding
Fuck all y'all homeboys
(yo yo yo what's up)

I'm back, banging on niggas after trying to murder me
Caught in the middle of greed, witness to trickery
Now I'm here, ready to die, remember me
On a hunt for you bastards to put you out your misery
Made a more ? they die with bullet holes
44 explode that's when the story was told
My heart is as cold as the tundra
Automatic weapons warring like thunder
My final destiny is to put ya under
Come on warring whenever, me die, nigga never
Through the storm and the weather my dogs a go-getter
Polish da chrome barretta catching you punk niggas
That's the element of surprise you niggas won't regret us
Like shooting birds with pellets, let the streets reveal it
Do or die motherfuckers trying to kill it
Yes you can, and ever since we won't have no peace
Till one of us rest in peace, alive or deceased
It's your choice, your move, show and prove yo hand
Get it off yo chest let me know that you's a man
Get your pistols and niggas cuz it's about to get shitty
No remorse, no pity, you hear it all through the city

[Chorus]
Trickery and scandalous bitches
Niggas, that I fucked with
Wasn't no good from the jump
So now what we gone do
We gone ride,
We gone destroy, build, come anew
You know how we do
It's not over, till we say so
Nigga!

Word on the street is that you better have some heat
By your side
Caught your homie slippin', did he survive?
One to the head left him dead off the words that he said
Could have been avoided if he would have drove off instead
Nigga shot at my crib where my momma and kids live
No doubt, now it's time to take some more of you out
Scan the block with an inferred dot, just for a victim
There he go, there he was, there he go let's get him
My motto is no remorse and that you'll never surrender none
Only rely on your self and your gun
Biage, as I get high and look at the stars
Wish and wish and pray to God for our downfall
'Cause then it's back to the same thang, of this life I lead
Bitches, money, and niggas, and weed
Bust a left on one O feral with a double pump barrel
Be careful, cause these streets could sometimes leave ya narrow
With the faith of Moses, and the power of Pharoe
With the bullets hotter than fire and as swift as an arrow
Death becomes your every wish you try to blast me and miss
Now me and my dogs commence to get in your shit
You say the lord is your shepherd and you shall not walk
It's time to gaffle up these niggas stick 'em dead in the trunk
Behold the last words spoken by a dead man
It seems to realize niggas 'll never understand

[Chorus]

Yeah, it's not over
When I die my children will grow, and smoke your ass
Starting our history book, Gangstaology
Throughout the streets we shall survive and live

(Who is it?) Mac Shawn
(Who is it?) The Mac!
(Sup? What you need) I don't know quarter, half or something, what? Fifty?
(Oh you need a fifty sac?) Yeah get me the fifty
(Hold on, I got half for $250) Cash?
(Dropping zones is $500 more) Oh my God
(So what you need is what I got) Man, give it to me now

I get up early in the morning, I'm yawning, I'm tired as fuck
My body aching, thanking God that I made it as much as I need
Bread, my mamma covered me under the shadow
With the niggas that I meet on the street that I have to battle
At a celebrity status, opportunities I'm grabbing
If it's weed, or a better life I got to have it
With my homies I'm smoking, I'm taking away the pain
With the problems that hold me down, and it seems to be strange
It ain't no thang to handle my situation just like a G
Without them dollars, I could say that my life is incomplete
And to the world I'm a dogg pound gangsta
Making paper, who gives a fuck if I'm busting on playa haters
I can't stand an infiltrater who's suppose to be your homie
But later, in the end realize that he's a phony
To the police that raided my shit, making my shit hot again
I relocated, came up on a jack pot of ends
Got to hand it to myself, giving it all that I got
Everyday I gain money nigga, come up on glocks
You know, but I guess that I'm up on thangs for sure
And I hear money knocking at my door

[Chorus] 2x
But I guess that I'm up on thangs for sure
And I hear money knocking at my door
Can I hear money knocking at my door
Can the police be coming for the weed and the yo
Can it be a customer looking for a dub
I think they out just to set me up

I'm more popular than ever, take me out nigga never
Will I die clocking a million on my way up to the ladder
It don't matter nigga, what the fuck did I do
Plus I got to keep it real and to myself stay true
I'm draped in blue and gray but I'm straight making it happen
Robbin' or slangin' or I got to stay focused on rapping
It's all about the legitimate way to make ya pay
No fun in LA, or Long Beach, or compton, or Watts
Wherever I lay my head down to sleep
Thanking God for my children and my soul's at peace
Yeah, am I the father I try to be?
Between me and the mamma it's drama won't let it be
See I'm on my own, got's to move on
Bitches to lend on, use 'em and then just get the fuck on
If I boned, I fucked, it ain't no thang
Like the pussy is attracted to the fortune and fame
Running bitches like a video game, it ain't no thang
Had the freak of the week last week, it wasn't no thang
It's like that, freak nasty
I know you fine but you look like lassie BIATCH!

[Chorus] 2x
But I guess that I'm up on thangs for sure
And I hear money knocking at my door
Can I hear money knocking at my door
Can the police be coming for the weed and the yo
Can it be a customer looking for a dub
I think they out just to set me up

Y'all know when y'all selling dope
And everybody knocking at the mother fucking door
You don't know who it is
It could be your mother, could be your brother, 
could be the police, could be the feds, 
and it could be a nigga coming to smoke your ass
So watch who you open that door for, Aight, Ok, Alright!

Yeah, this game is like a bubble
There's always a player hater that wants to prick it
But you got to let that bubble rise to it's highest level
Away from the bullshit
Let it float, let it flow
The way smooth shit go, with or without a low
Without money or without a whore
Because the highest power's gonna see you through it
For sure, because that's where belief comes in with self
Let it go, let it flow

(you know what, you right)

It's been a long time since you've heard from us
Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger and young Gotti Kurupt
And now we back wit a little rhyme
We can't stop can't quit 'cause we ?? the grind 
  
[Daz & Kurupt]
Yo ( Gangstafied back on the block)
Straight up
D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T
Doing it like usual, you know what I'm sayin?
You can't stop you can't rewind the time
You can't think about the past
So look forward to life, and keep on ?missionin? on the grind for yours
  
[Chorus] 2x
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get we it be out here on the grind
  
[Daz]
I wake up with the birds, early as fuck
Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks
Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up
They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up
It aint shit to flip a double up, and I love when I'm comin up
I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin up
Telling all yall fools yall aint one of us
  
[Kurupt]
Nigga, get a glimpse of a fact plus that, Blaze
Move into the hood with all the OG's
That help me get paid homie, we a unit
Doin it how a gangsta do it, Run through it
And stampede the block like bitch
Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit(yeah)
Jack nigga, Daz, and Kurupt the Kingpin
Back on the smash, with heaters to reclaim the ass
  
[Chorus] 2x
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get it we be out here on the grind
  
[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, half a days gone by
Ganstafied, givin it just up livin my life
It's hard to survive
Without grabbin 9, and pump five-fifty-five
Forty-five many Mack eleven
Gunshots non stop to funk pop
Then pop baby glocks
(Homie you ridin or not?)
Me and the homies are the first to bust
And yall cowards dyin tryin to be like us
Gangsta
  
[Daz]
With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead
I guess I'd die in the life of greed
Muthafuckas 'round here die to bleed
For set, joints nigga, or half a key
I remember when I came up, niggas rang up
Some Cripped up some niggas flamed up
Crossed your name out, straged my name up
(Quick to thow the gang up) What up?!
I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap
Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap
Like that, white, black, mexican, and jap
Homeboy do anything for a scrap
  
[Kurupt]
Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa
DPGC fuck yall niggas
Deep inside we feel like fuck yall hood
Hell naw bitch nigga it aint all to the good
Chorus:(2x)(minor changes 2nd time)
We can't stop, can't rewind the time
Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes
On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine
Until we get we it be out here on the grind
  
[Daz & Kurupt]
(We can't stop, can't rewind the time)
Yeah that's what's wrong with yall niggas
(Out of dolla bills nickles and dimes)
(On everythang homeboy that I'm down for mine, all the time, on the grind)
Yeah homie, you gotta keep yo hustle on
Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block
The gangstas is here foreva, 
Yeah, huh huh, yeah
Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin
Daz Dillinger, Kurupt young Gotti
'99 millenium 2000 like fuck a bitch
Put it on the catalogs homie, Classics' 'CRIP!!

[Mac Shawn]
Daz nigga wanna hoes right here man
These bitches better have a rack on
A G strap

[Daz Dillinger]
I had one hell of a night
Two freak ass ???
Fucked me and sucked me
Like hell of ???
Name Jackie
Sweat like ???
With an earing on her tittie
and a ring on her toung
I said lay back and let me hit the cat
Down to fifty hennessy 
and plus we smoked a sack
I got busy on the cop 
In back of the track
I'm like word that you heard
Nigga don't stop

[Mac Shawn]
I had this bad ass bitch 
She was freaking me
All up on that ecstasy
A bad defeat
Malcome X
Nothing going on 
but some  serious sex
Throw your hands to the back 
Like a porno fleck
What's con is it
Don't bust a glock
Layed back
Fuck bitch
and I'm gonna rock the cock
See I'm back again
With this fresh pimp
and all my nigga 
We all in
and everything
Is on a hoe
and some of you niggas
Just don't know

[Daz Dillinger]
I said you just don't know
I said you just don't know

[Hook] 2X
You know {you know}
and he knows {and he knows}
and we know {and we know}
That yourgirlfriend is still a hoe
You punk bitch

[Daz Dillinger]
She was a pretty thang
but a nasty freak
They used to fuck her older sister 
By the name of ???
?????
She used to sing love songs
Why she was fucking me
pussy, tittie, ass shaking
Pry to god 
Hoe don't scream rape
but i busta like a cherry
and i squeeze it like ???

[Mac Shawn]
I put the dick in her face 
and she loved the taste
Now understand why she loved that face
Cuz it's a freaky thang
but a good thang
Not knowin tonight
She going to do thangs
She preformed on one of us
Like never before
Imagne that
When she hit the flow
She sucked and sucked
I fucked and fucked
She paid Mac Shawn
and i straight got up

[Daz Dillinger]
Bitch heres a towel
Wipe the nutt of your butt

[Hook] 2X

[Soopafly]
She came over to eat this rap dick
Yea I cocked the hoe
Yea I kicked game and knocked the hoe
A lil' dick love in bitch 
By the name of ???
I really did'nt kick no game 
All i said was hey
She tourned around 
Half ass like she was frome the bay
Her teeth were so fucked up
Made it hard for here to say
What she wanted to do with this dick
I gave her a tip
Grab this dick like it was a toothbrush
In between your lips and scrub
Come on bitch scrub
I came with that favorite toothpaste you love {sperm}
Snatched it out her mouth
Kicked that hoe out
She begged for the number
Like please don't end ot
Man I gave the bitch a number to the dentist
Sent her on the way
Like just don't smile
Cuz if one time they see that grill
you know they gonna kill you

[Hook] 3X

[Mac Shawn]
Bitch you was nothing
Never will be something
We burn rubber on you
Raggedy bitch
You nothing piece of hoe
Imagne that
Now
Bitch
Soopafly the high prince
Young Daz
Mac-N-Ass Shawn
It don't stop bitch
raggedy junky hoe
Fuck you and your friends
Bitch and your mother
Hoe

[Daz]
Finta get real in here (word up), don't stop, (yo yo), that nigga daz
(Uh Yeah through kurupt talking)

[Kurupt]
Uh uh uh uh uh uh, Kurupt young Gotti, Dillinger spillin these bitches
Gangstas gangstas make the world go 'round nigga
BLAST!

[Daz]
Nigga stop saying that you wit daz
Wet niggas and wit straps
Who could have did that
Retaliate and get back
Shit you came wizack
7 nigga you crizaps
Notice how I came in wit the wheels of a Jizag
Smoke weed and drink yack
Known to break bizacks
When you see me nigga violently I can get
Tap that ass claim you know where my gang hang at
Long beach, east nigga yo believe that
Slang powder, weed, and crizack
Tell me where the ?
Homicide, daily live hangin' where it's izat
Came bent nigga with gun knives and bizats
Whup an nigga ass like that

[Chorus] 2x
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a fuck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a fuck

[Kurupt]
We make our stizacks
Murder kidnaps and jackin for the scrizatch
Not giving a fuck, you ain't no mizatch
Pull it bizack, blast and ask questions lizast
It's like thizat, blastin chrome mizat
Thizat, playin them hoes just like Dizaz
It's all about the cizash,
Clash and blast on they bitch ass
Yelling out fuck y'all bitches
Hittin' fourteen corners with sixteen switches
Who the fuck wants to step into the dog yard
Wit all the dizogs, it's all through the fizog
Pistols aiming and anybody that wants to piss-off
Like fuck all yizall, X stopped the wizall
Remarked up dogg pound gangsta dizogs
Daz is his name and motherfucker don't forget it
I'm kurupt the kidnapping, heavy caliber missle launcher, mongrel,
With the black bizak it's like thizat
Not giving a fuck who you are, or where your izat
Don't bark spark the strizap
Shut the fuck, dogs surround
Get paralyzed by shells from hell hounds
knocking motherfuckers up then back down

[Chorus] 2x
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a fuck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a fuck

[Daz]
Why you front on me low
Because I fucked your hizoe
45 automatics to leave 'em in the street yo
Tearing shit up just like a fucking torpedo
My dogs come around when they hear the wiztle
Boom Boom Boom it fly just like a missle
Hungry dogs attack when they eat the meat yo

[Kurupt]
Hit ya in ya chest fuck around and rip ya tiss-ue

[Daz]
Murder Murder Murder now it's all to the sequel

[Kurupt]
Nigga, that ain't no way to talk to a fellow dog well explain
I guess he a dog cause of the chain
See I ain't never seen him that near meeting
when all the cats was trying to lock a dog izup
Knock a dog dizown, drizown nizza I'm a pop the double 4 pizound
Bitch ass nigga with a bitch ass sound
Fuck a record I'm a catch his at the hizouse
And stuff a 3 quarter inch dick up in his mizouth

[Chorus] 2x
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We don't give a fuck
RAW
Rizanium willin murder and killin war sawed off daz and kurupt
We never give a fuck

[Kurupt]
Yeah nigga, the real dogs is back
Daz and kurupt like fuck y'all niggas homie
Punks, yeah, y'all lucky Simon ain't home punk
Yeah for all y'all bitch ass niggas
Remember the dogs, the dogs, the dogs

Man, nigga (?) is tore up, y'knahmsayin?
Shh, hop in the car, yo-yo-yo turn that music down
Yeah yeah, y'knahmsayin?
Let's jack these niggaz for what they got, y'knahmsayin?
Heard these niggaz got some big paper on them
Dope sacks and all that shit
Get the gauge nigga, c'mon, let's go, we out!

It's another bad day in the hood
My clientele's doin small, my profits ain't nuttin good
Hit a couple licks (hit 'em up!) in a matter of seconds we rich
Now it's all about kimo bricks, and fresh toxics to get is in the mix
It ain't hard to tell my clientele by makin mayor
but fuck the cops and these feds tryin to take this rack to jail
Hop the gate (hit 'em up!) to get away, this pack ain't gon' catch us
and a undercover G, ahh, our plates is from Texas
Got the bombers, fuck the moto that niggaz never smoke
Got the weed that when you take a tote you gonna choke
Out of town, we put it down in a major way
Never knew or had a clue that we could make some major pay
Load up by Rucker's
gettin step and never know who gon' get shady doin business
So we never slept in powder box and hot, snitches
and fiends, and cops, makin niggaz shit hot, so we relocate the spot
We got some bitches doin dirty work, outta down (?) the work
Come back wit our bread, break a nigga or some hands (BIATCH!)
That's the way I love it, you know I love that shit
The way I fucks a bitch and clock the green

Because it's all about the money man
You can't get nuttin without it
It's all about the money, money, money, money
That's what the ballers got
Said it's all about the money man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
Cash dollar
Said it's all about the money man
You can't get nuttin without it
Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
Get it, get it, get it
Said it's all about the money man
Aww
Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
Run it, run it, run it

Fresh broads and five hundred thousand dollars homes
and mobile phones (yeah!) better play the coke
Smokin weed by the zones (the pound)
Got a down ass bitch to help me get through shit
When times get rough at times you know you can't trust no bitch
Keep my eye for them high, and a motherfucker tune it out
Zulu's out, livin life homey, that's what it's all about
Bustin niggaz, dustin niggaz, fo' all out, respect
Sprayin niggaz down wit the tec, aww shit
Maintainin bangin me mad, still I do my thang
Fly my niggaz in stadium style, from the gang
Three-fifty-seven's, forty-fives, get the party live
Get the dumpin the niggaz that runnin for they lives
(FUCKER!) Me and my potnahs in the town, slang dick deep
Through twenty pieces, quarter pound to support the kings
Whatchu need is what we got
from the break you diss me to your favorite block
We be settin up shottin what's mine, tec wit a glock
To let you know, motherfucker that it don't stop
Makin bills for a quarter mill', this life we live is way to real
From hustin rock to fuckin bitches that's top knotch (biatch!)
This fast life made Shaq crazy, at actin outta control
To let you know-know what the fuck we rollin, ganja, ganja rolls
Swoopin through the streets to let you motherfuckers know (know) ..

.. that it's all about the money man
Can't do nuttin without it
It's all about the money, money, money, money
Yeah (??)
Said it's all about the money man
Can't be cheap
Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Said it's all about the money man
Money, money, cash money
Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
Cash scrilla
Said it's all about the money man
Can't be cheap
Said it's all about the money, money, money, money
Money, money

Yeah, keep your motherfuckin head up and watch yo' back
Cause everywhere you go some nigga out there tryin to, jack on yo' ass
Y'knahI'msayin?  Ain't nuttin nice about these streets, y'knahmsayin?
Every G out there for they selves, that's how it goes down, y'know?
So y'all check game, peep game so y'all understand
It's all about that money mayn, that chedder y'knahmsayin?
Fuck these sucker ass niggaz out there my niggaz!

[Hook]
(Feels so good)
Feels good to know that someone loves you
(To know someone loves you)
Feels good to know someone cares
(I wanna feel you)
It's been a long time since I felt you
Just call my name I'll be there
(Feels so good)

[Daz Dillinger]
Young Daz rollin through high surbuban, swervin
Down the block, catchin eyes and cutie pies
Observe, that is somethin particular, met 'em ??? town
Homegirl what's ya name, she replied the same
Yo baby lookin fly, I could see it in her eye
Respect me, you best be prepared when you sex me
Since I let you tell it girl I could rock you 'til your heart stops
Down to your knees like just like havin a seizure
Please you with the conversation ?? ???
Later on, have you chillin talkin 'bout livin lavish and bubble bathes
Kickin it on the Ave, young Daz trippin off the times we had
Wasn't usual but it was crucial, that I had the bomb and you had it
Couldn't even get mad, it wasn't expected from the baddest girl around town
I paged you early in the day, by 10:30 have it all locked down
What you did to me couldn't be duplicated, you made it the bomb
Even playa hated sometimes, keep in mind
When you layed your head, you knew you layed it in the right place
When you gave it up girl, you knew you ran the right race
Make it hot and sweet, give your body to me
Young Daz, sho' 'nuff gon' get it, homegirl
And it feels good baby

[Hook]

[Kurupt]
In my mind's eye all I see is time passin by, 
will I make it to the other side
Ready to ride, we was all born to die
But will I die alone, baby girl what's it gon' be
She got the bombest shape I ever seen before
Man, she got a brother thinkin 'bout never doin wrong, man
Go on girl with your bad ass, 
she got her own bank account, makin her own cash
I might be movin to fast, but with an ass shaped like that
She's the shit, plus she makes her own money, she ain't after my chips
I mean what more could I ask for, what else would I blast for
Catch a G dippin by high at the sky, I lace the game
Everybody wants the best, and every gangsta has a gangstaress
When I pulled on the block lovin the hood like a muthafucka 
Then I seen my girl, felt good from that moment on

[Hook]

[Daz Dillinger]
Yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
All my ladies (get busy)
It don't stop (get busy)
Ay yo Daz (get busy)
Kurupt (get busy)
It don't stop y'all (get busy)
It don't stop y'all (get busy)

Who ya down for (you)
To ride or die, to lie, baby just for you)
Wouldn't trade you for no money or no girls
It was me and you to rule the world 
(it was me and you to rule the world)
She cruise my neighborhood draggin the ground, 
layin it down on hundred spokes
Flossin with her homegirls with no shirt
Pull around the corner, Dana Dane's shinin
She see me on the grind and on the front line and
You know where I hang, about handlin things
Be on the corner where the bangers bang
Flossin the neighborhood with your homegirls yellin "whoo, whoo"

[Kurupt]
Lookin extra cute, G'd in my Coupe
Get your bounce on baby girl, I love her
Plus you'll bounce with me, I adore her
'Cause she'll blaze an ounce with me (say what)
Khakis more creased than mine
She's gangstafied, she wears Dickies not Calvin Kleins
Never ignore me 'cause she adores me, ya know, ya know

[Hook]

[Kurupt]
Gangsta (Yeah), Gangsta (Yeah)

[Daz Dillinger]
I Know y'all like The cars dat go boom (...boom ...boom..)
so everybody out there just turn yo shit up (boom...boom..) ha

[Kurupt]
Beitch, it's the Gangstaz!
What Up Daz? where dem hoez at?
where dem bitchez at? where da homiez at?

[Daz Dillinger]
Cruzin' down the block 
and my system bangin' out about a million watts
all these suckers wanna stare and jock
and hear my shit subbin' down the block
I'ma tell you what I got and my shit be thumpin'
5 10s in the back we bumpin' 
chrome deez on an ice machine and god damn my shit be thumpin'
boom boom thats just my amps
e-q'z with the alpine deck
y'all niggaz cant really fuck wit this
all my homeboys know who got the shit
see the girls like bass when it's in they face
and when they love it cut it feels so great
when I pull up homegirl I got the gate
all my homeboys luv that bass

[Kurupt]
All I want is my gold deez 
talkin on my phones and a Armani's
OG DP GC's kurupt and D-A-Z
64 dippin' down the streets
switches or not as long as-it got beats
all my homeboyz on the cut like we dont give a fuck
what the fuck? what bounce my homeboys rounded
DPG surrounded you know how gangstaz roll
G'ing in full control hittin' up in mo' control
dipping on all gold 
why the fuck you wanna play wit a gangta man
my system bang.

[Chorus]
My system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass
Can you feel it y'all... huh-ha
can you fell it y'all
I said
My system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass
Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh-ha
can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom)

[Daz Dillinger]
Lexus, Benz's, Lincoln, jeeps
wit the beat with the color TV'z
wit the fresh ass deez wit the killer weed
and my shit lookin' hell'a clean
you can hear me around the corner music bangin'
because I like it loud
wanna buy dippin' high wit the homeboyz 
Me and my niggaz be shakin' the crowd
50 amps and 30 woofers and my shit be pushing power
cruzing not givin' a fuck rollin' about 3 miles an hour
im the shit at the car shows 
i'll be flossin wit all the hoes
old school cadillac cutless then 64's

[???]
See me and my girls will buy a lexus jeep
rollin 6 deep till you hear the beat
bumpin' loud move twice lets move the crowd
gettin' rowdy rowdy wit my bumpin sounds
no doubt get a price and my system tight
y'all niggaz ain't the only one wit Karl Kani
got bumpin' beats stepped of on your chest
showing all y'all niggaz that I bump the best 
See we be wilding pro-filing sipping crystal 
& we styling and went it comes to the subs
my shit be thumpin the loudest
so all you fellas don't doubt it
y'all sisters wit me then shout it
we show dem niggaz we ball
we bringin heat out the trunk
all you fools reckognise im the mad
cuz you can keep on trying and still get can adapt to this
i'm the flyest shit you've ever seen
and you know what the fuck I mean
Nigga..

[Kurupt]
Baby tou've ever heard about a gangsta? Then you heard about me
Then you heard about the homiez, baby D-P-G
See I'm smooth an I be movin
and my shit bangs you heard where I hang?
Dogg Pound Gang
wit the candy out the paint
see im lookin' all clean
make it glissin' listen sparkle
dippin' O-G
you can hear around the block
i let my system rock
pancake drop
you know it dont stop
bounce rock chillin' hangin
cant belive how my shit bangin'
oh you aint heard the thang yet
you haven't heard my shit bang yet
yet, yet,  

[Chorus]

And my system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street
My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass
Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh (Boom)
can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom)

Said my system bumpin' down the street (street)
My system bumpin' down the street (Street)
My system bumpin' down the street (zztt zztt) wit nuthin but bass 
Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh
can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom)

My system bumpin' down the street (street)
My system bumpin' down the street (ezzt)
My system bumpin' down the street wit nuthin but bass (Bass Bass)
Can you feel it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom) huh
Can you fell it y'all (Boom Boom Boom Boom)

[Daz]
These motherfuckers ain't knowin...
These motherfuckers ain't knowin...
These motherfuckers ain't knowin...
These motherfuckers ain't knowin...

All I ever dream is to be ri