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This that Philly-Bompton ************t
Yeah, haha
Im on the eastside
Rolling with my westside ****** **s (westside, westside, westside)
Were just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy,
******** (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking,
Pray they dont catch my ********
(I pray they dont catch my ********)
Might pull up on the corner like thats my ********
And burn this ************ down like Left Eye, ********
Thats my ** ******, (word up)
Im 4HUnnid ******** with that .40 pound on me
Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho
Cash out, killin * ******* with the pounds low
He count on me even when I move slow
Come through Compton with all my ********s (my ******* *s)
Come through poppin with all my ********s (my ********s)
You shouldve seen how we looked last winter (last winter)
You shouldve seen how we ate last dinner
I dont ******** with them Hollywood ********s
I dont ******** with them Hollywood ********s
In the game, Im the keep it right, ********
Cause all these rap ********s know my ** ******s wanna get em
Basic ******** came to suck this ************, no
Basic ****** ** came to ******** the clique, oh
They tryna have me on some sucker ************t
Ima do it my way *** *****, ******** the script
Came thru the block with everything thats new
Sippin that mother****** DS2
I cant ***** *** with him if he aint true
They like, 'He alright but heaint you'
We like, five milli on board the ************p
I was the richest ******** on the tip
Locked down the the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
Open the gate, jump on the lift
And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot ************t
Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick
You aint gotta ask me, ********, you aint got ************t
You aint talkin money, I see you done switched the topic
You be only ****** with ********s that be on cop *********** *t
I be only ****** with ******** that get it poppin
You dont wanna see on of my ********s face in a stockin
Spray up your corner over some nonsense
Im on the eastside
Rolling with my westside ********s (westside, westside, westside)
Were just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy,
******** (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking,
Pray they dont catch my ***** ***
(I pray they dont catch my ********)
Might pull up on the corner like thats my ********
And burn this ** ********** down like Left Eye, ********, word up
Can a real crip, get a lil bit?
Dump on a ***** *** for some silly ************t
A hundred four rounds when the milli kick, yeah
Gang bang ********s who he really with (crip!)
And we dont talk to no mother****** law
Cooked up, caked up, slangin that raw, ********
Roll through the city, Gat by your side
Bangin with the loud or the silencer
Leave him on the floor with his brainsspilt out
Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
Come through the hood and you will get ****** off
**** ****, thiss crip on my, two times
Dont give a ******** and well bust him one time, ********
What yall thought? We criss to cross
You miss, your loss, we settin it off
Im on the eastside
Rolling with my westside ********s (westside, westside, westside)
Were just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy,
******** (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking,
Pray they dont catch my ********
(I pray they dont catch my ********)
Might pull up on the corner like thats my ********
And burn this ************ down like Left Eye, ********, word up
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