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n-gg-, i’m ’bout 4 seconds off yo -ss
when i get that itch, you betta p-ss ’cause i’m ready to blast
breaking them motherf-ckers off
when pistol pumpin’ hollow points you ain’t gonna last

’cause i’m ’bout to f-ck you straight up
sh-t, i be dippin’ up in the club, my milla-meter go buck
now you bogus as f-ck, sh-t outta luck
i’m a murder your spot in yo gut

and run up right beside of yo crib
jus talkin’ ’bout sh-t you just did, neva tellin’ the pigs
about the weapons and the work you put in
to find where i hide my sh-t
’cause she was all on my d-ck

wonderin’ where i be hustlin’ and bustin’ n-gg-z on the block
servin’ rocks, i was hot but i to keep takin’ ’cause i had to get rich
now i got a lil bit of scratch, navigator and a ‘llac
you be on a n-gg- back, said you tired of servin’ packs

you want me to front you a few g sacks
so i broke you off a lil some, some
give a n-gg- high off one b-m, from the jump, make yo body slump
make the tempo pump, ’cause you servin’ dem gumps

from the westside to the southside
because we be ready to ride because we ’bout pride
what was cowhide, do what was hard, now high, we ’bout die
put him off the temp ready to hurt ’em, now they mouth wide

we murders that will bust all of y’all
togetha brotha, we ball or fall
cap.one, b-tch, shinin’ to ya like i’m ’bout to draw
windy city haters, f-ck all of y’all

to the gangstas and hustlers, chi thugs, throw it up
while we smoke 5-bo let’s get buck
why we rollin’ to the westside?
n-gg-, let’s ride to the southside and roll ’em up

and you know i can’t forget ’bout
my n-gg-z and b-tches who had my back when i was out on the cut
hit the clutch, we ’bout to whip up the club
trippin’, we gonna pick up the punk

to the gangstas and hustlers, chi thugs, throw it up
while we smoke 5-bo let’s get buck
why we rollin’ to the westside?
n-gg-, let’s ride to the southside and roll ’em up

and you know i can’t forget ’bout
my n-gg-z and b-tches who had my back when i was out on the cut
hit the clutch, we ’bout to whip up the club
trippin’, we gonna pick up the punk

how many n-gg-z wanna bust the gunshots
touch the glock, back on the block for my n-gg-z that pop one shot
murderous n-gg-z that put the barrel in yo mouth
and bury it outside, cop keys on the drive

love, love all my b-tches and thugs that put a slug
in any n-gg- that f-ckin’ wit my blood
hey, hate for any n-gg- for to stay
and for the fake n-gg-z f-ckin’ wit j

i can’t wait to kill, kill all n-gg- that will
this sh-t is real, when you up in the field, in my field
take, take a n-gg- life to see
how many n-gg-z wanna die for me

now motherf-cker, wild, wild is the home, holla southside
and it’s on, i’ma ride wit my chrome, i’m a silent the chrome
take the whole world on my own
n-gg-, i’ma die on the throne

it’s the b-tch that killed the sh-t
now f-ckin’ wit this, i love you d-cks
runnin’ up wit the d-ck, wanna lick
a big b-tch, wit big dreams and big sh-t

f-ck wit a n-gg- that put the gleam on the wrist
killaz, wild -ss n-gg-z, drug dealerz
motherf-ckers that put lead all up in ya
send you to bed, the bloodshed with the red to yo head
when you f-ck wit guerillas

to the gangstas and hustlers, chi thugs, throw it up
while we smoke 5 bo let’s get buck
why we rollin’ to the westside?
n-gg-, let’s ride to the southside and roll ’em up

and you know i can’t forget bout
my n-gg-z and b-tches who had my back when i was out on the cut
hit the clutch, we bout to whip up the club
trippin’, we gonna pick up the punk

sh-t, i love when i get on the block not even goin’ thru a thang
spittin’ it for n-gg-z and b-tches who holla my name
you feelin’ more pressure and pain
n-gg-z is jealous and wanna step out of the game

you tellin’ me life is the same
i’m tellin you n-gg-z, you sheisty for the price of the fame
or have n-gg-z goin’ insane
spittin’ it for n-gg-z and b-tches who want me to reign

enter the mind of a don, cap to tha dot to tha one
n-gg-, who we pop wit the guns
on the block, all day, tryin’ to get my money right
n-gg-z on the roof lookin’ out wit the ones

wit the [unverified] f-cks, ice, i say get down on my nutts
bounce wit a pound in the trunk
f-ckin’ wit some hoes, watch dem go up in the room
every n-gg- who i’m down gon bust

hit it from the don, blow dro quick wit the chrome
blaze till six in the morn
slide to the club, hoes wanna show a n-gg- love
sh-t, we can ride drinkin’, bone, “foe tha luv of tha”

n-gg-z and b-tches that push weight
and flip gates, flick to da lake
ballin’ c a p dot, gun c-ck
run in yo spot, lick shots and give a f-ck

to da mallin’, so i be reppin’ da wild
n-gg-s in front with the tech and the crowd
spit rhythms and get ’em buck wit many styles
get patience, what da f-ck n-gg- we out

den, you know i can’t forget bout da crib
n-gg-z dat be wit me on da tip
let ’em know that it’s on, t and shawn, cap one who da don
my n-gg-z got it on in this b-tch

to the gangstas and hustlers, chi thugs, throw it up
while we smoke 5 bo let’s get buck
why we rollin’ to the westside?
n-gg-, let’s ride to the southside and roll ’em up

and you know i can’t forget bout
my n-gg-z and b-tches who had my back when i was out on the cut
hit the clutch, we bout to whip up the club
trippin’, we gonna pick up the punk

to the gangstas and hustlers, chi thugs, throw it up
while we smoke 5 bo let’s get buck
why we rollin’ to the westside?
n-gg-, let’s ride to the southside and roll ’em up

and you know i can’t forget bout
my n-gg-z and b-tches who had my back when i was out on the cut
hit the clutch, we bout to whip up the club
trippin’, we gonna pick up the punk

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