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for the millenium yeah yeah thug shit geah geah yeah huh f**k this shit nigga i smoked weeed got nasty on on my sista geeed yeah huh f**ked huh in tha ass cause this is how the gangstas play f**king bitches in the corn hole aww day lex steel can size to this cock cause i gettin the money today watch out 12" lex you gonna get socked and then tossed up by eminem with a 6" little ho as yoda wanna be bitch chorus: this iz how the gangstas play, how folk niggas gettin money today? if you are say f**k yeah yo. hala back yal, back up yal "huh" cause this iz how the gangstas play tommorow i probably turn gay cause we huh! |
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(feat. Mack 10, Techniec)
[Techniec] I been dyin to ride Been dyin to shine Dyin to rob Been dyin to rep this side Dyin to serve Dyin for cheese To raise up out the hood I been dyin to lead Just keep all yellin my name I been dyin to trip Dyin for a grip Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all Nigga been, dyin to ball Throw it all Tech been, brakin his neck I step in, wavin the tek For that check, I'ma lane inject The game is mine You niggas just ain't knowin it yet Several attempts I been, tryin to try Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood Like they dyin to dye Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high Dyin to win Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again That's why we ride, and that's a fact Can't spell the west without the E S Say your grace to that [Chorus: Mack 10] The hood is mine Homey get back The hood is mine Chips I stack The hood is mine Homey get back The hood is mine, the hood is mine [MC Eiht] Do ya know I don't regulate your spot for cheese Ya know these real old chiefs got glocks to squeeze You know the outcome, flips off the horn Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel I ain't knowin what a trick for doe If I knew, what I know now, would've caught the 4-4 Know your game plan slow, fuck the rest for sure Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run Know your talk is cheap, know I'm in too deep Know if you test the west then your put to sleep [Chorus + variation x2: add following lines to end] Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks [MC Eiht] Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef Ya know I loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make cheese And the girls get down Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop You know them niggas cause they down for the cards We steppin to the room with girls off walls [Techniec] Ya know this melitin mack Heat cocked still in your back Till we get to the back, walk casual I want west in to stay plus calateral that'll do We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late Interfere with mine, make him a believer Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a LBC'er [Chorus: w/ earlier variation] |
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Your lesson for y'all out there All the thug niggas on the block regulatin' This goes out for y'all (west side) Gangstas will rule the world in the y2k Check it out Can y'all see where I'm comin from Hoods and blocks and g's with glocks Young thug niggas with rocks Everyday and night cause ain't - nuthin' changed Destiny is meant for niggas to hoo-bang Lord have mercy - to the ones that's gone Cause only you upstairs know was wrong Night time hits, here comes the fire flies One more block to catch the drive-by Code of the streets you pack heat and skeet Any f**kin' hoodrat bitch you can meet Poor muthaf**kas still wating - on the county Young black niggas dodgin' the county mountie Who got the fat stacks, the pack stacks Slugs to your back if my clientele you jack Knick knack - patty wack, packs straps Patty-wack your own homie trying to cheat on craps From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same Like yo hood and mine learn the same games Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes If you get caught then don't say no names I gotta flick from a homie doing ten in the pen Gotta a little bigger since my lil' nigga went in Lotta tales 'bout fools gettin' em up and shanked Whose mouth tight shut? whose shit that stink? Gotta lil' message - 'bout the bitch you f**ked A nigga cross town got the hoodrat stuck Me and loc jacked that nigga last week fo' ends I shoot a lil' paper till you up in the pen Fools still riding - got the spot on lock We gon' chill right here till you back on the block Nigga still bailin round here khakis and stars High as f**k as we throw the hood out the car We miss the days when you used to get drunk at night Never bailed on a homie when it's time to fight One times jacked us the last night, face in the dirt Tryin' to get info on who shot the store clerk From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same Like yo hood and mine learn the same games Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes If you get caught then don't say no names Somebody help me out the ghetto Ya know - same story just like before I don't wanna be here just like you I slangs just 'bout everything to start new Do you have the answer? Niggas gettin' popped - dying off just like cancer You got your enemies, you got your old g's In the penitentiaries just want to be free If I had another chance would I do it again? Rewind the time and head right back to the pen Seems like I can't escaped this world of sin Judgement for this young thug in the end Time's up - this thug caught a slug In another town trying to slang drugs My moms pray for my soul As I lay below I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus... Geah You how we do it |
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[eiht]
Geah Thug shit, nigga G's in the y-2-k Hey, what can I say? (geah) Hoo-bangin's official, nigga And right now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass (killa) Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit (west side!) Check it out [eiht] Feel a little gust of wind so I jet This real nigga dwells from compton, no shit Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales County bus rolls through - niggas trips to jail What the hell won't trade it, high class can't fade it Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it Y'all niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks Land of the green weed and cars that ? ? ? ? hops Don't stop - packin' my heat and beretta Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!) It's a done deal when I hit you run way Y'all niggas must be gay, smilin' and shakin' How this bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention Never fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the trunk 4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah Till I die nuthin' but makin' cheese Till I die tryin' to come up on ki's Till I die nuthin' but guns and weed Till I die givin' you just what you need [eiht] Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled Front line nigga for dollars is my nigga But I'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers Till my dying day I lay away Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay Guilty conscience? never me! Last night nigga done caught a felony Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc! Shake down cause these niggas f**kin' with yours Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope? Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, I want more Lock down for me on the bus downtown Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah Chorus... [mack 10] Till I die is gon' be h double o B-a-n-g-i-n fo' sho' Niggas never thought that they would ever see me With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-t We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's Shovin' 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0's So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens We be juggin' up sherman - and rockin' up chicken (what you need, nigga? ) Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch And bust on the muthaf**kin' neighborhood watch My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 rover I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over I take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin' Me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin' Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die,nigga Chorus... |
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We sending this one out right here To all the young thug and young hustlers out there You know I'm sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin' In the hood yo' I'm sayin', ya know how it is Trying to keep it tight, you know I'm sayin' Geah Born and raised a black youth, no happy days My moms and pops went they separate ways Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids No house, a damn tight situation we in Hit the streets to look for work and pay So her kids can have it better than she had one day Try to teach me some rules, "get a's in school Keep your head up high and don't run with the fools" That was the lesson, always listen to moms Bible she totin, always quotin from psalms Young but I'm knowin' the right thang to do Know the things to say when times is blue Times is hard and really unfortunate I'm young and I really don't like the shit But I dream nice things when I sleep at night When I grow up I'll make everything alright Sing Soultre': I know it's hard sometimes But if you can make a way, you need to hold up I know a better way And if you can wait today it'll be alright... Eiht: Now I'm 15, my life done hit a split screen What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes Skip school, saggin' my jeans and blow green My moms don't know where I get the shit from If you keep trippin' you know the outcome Laid up somewhere, or in jail Makin' collect calls tryin' to make bail Hell, and you know how I struggle for the cheddar Before I give it away better get it together My guilty conscience sayin' not no listen The other have tellin' me, keep a good intention Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own Too much to deal with, I really don't feel shit Young thug ready to take on the world Who made my life take such a twirl C'mon Chorus... Now my situation's changed, no chains remain Now I try to check out the game and cause pain Long live the days of homeboys and straps Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps Make snaps off raps, reminiscin' of days Good part is shot up while 'more bounce' plays Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future Keep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot ya Rob a nigga blind, just like stevie I used to do the same when a nigga was greedy But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it's strong Now I clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songs Trying to make it up on a stage from doin' a bid Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind Yeah boy, this world is mine Geah Chorus... |
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Geah Geah Hoo-bang, nigga Some of that futuristic shit For that ass Keepin it thuggish, though Check it out [ verse 1 ] The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough My theme is I push music to driveby I slide through, scoop up four and ride high Strap under the seat my hood technique As I destroy your block like dante's peak Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun On my turf puttin in work since day one Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news John walsh, wash me up, you're crazy Havin my face captured 180 Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, f**k The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck [ chorus ] Sometimes in the hood it's so rough That makes niggas from the hood stay tough Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs 16, double the stash, you do the math (2x) [ verse 2 ] I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin When they ask make fast and start heatin Niggas ain't f**kin around - dodge mine Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down Keep your face to the ground, don't even look No positive I'd and all the money was took Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches Took a trip across town just to floss my riches Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin One more hit on your house where y'all nappin Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour The hollow point shower The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour Straight, eiht regulate my thug power [ chorus ] [ verse 3 ] My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it Stay down, hoo-bangin niggas takin over G's in lows puttin holes up in a rover Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes Real thugs hail from the west, first rule In fact, we the first bloods and crips First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats Pepetratin fresh coast, tryin to roll our streets Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite Lucky though, I give you a pass and let you go I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show [ chorus ] Geah Hoo-bang, nigga That makes niggas from the turf stay tough Geah Westside, you know Sometimes in the hood it's so rough Geah, you know what we do That makes niggas from the turf stay tough |
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Geah
Cmw one time, c'mon Half ounce Millenium money Geah [eiht] Who wanna ride with me and make some money-money? One-times is hot on my trails, ain't shit funny My mind state: we can get the cash Kick in the back door, some punk ass and smash You wit' me? you can have paper to floss You can ride around the town, play the big boss Lil' niggas dying to be on yo' team Everybody looking your way, you got cream No f**king tattle tales, trips to jail Have a all-around trip like back with mail Hell, it feels good still, dips the hood Compton, long beach, watts and inglewood Hoes, holler back if you like the mack Of the west walkin' nigga who ready for contact You slide with yo' homie if you love the town Ruffnecks and fly girls keep holding it down Geah Chorus.. All around the hood we go [boom bam] You wanna take a trip? then come visit california And roll with me through the hood on daytonas I take you to my kick-it spots Where all the homies got they glock cocked ready to pop That's how we do it over here, what's happ'nin? We drink beers, smoke guns and play mackin' Well, it's the same old bullshit in every ghetto But niggas in my hood don't listen to heavy metal Just that real deal hard knock life shit Only smoke the greenery, never that white shit Who said my nigga binky mack ain't got tracks? (who? ) Who said compton's most wanted don't pack straps? (who? ) Me and eiht 'bout to show you fools where is at Talkin smack to your bitches behind our backs But life goes on in the neighborhood It's all bad, ain't a damn thang all good Chorus... [eiht] Lifestyles of a ghetto star in a ghetto car Ghetto nigga for life, always up to par Meet me at the spot if y'all smokin' Party at the hood house, no jockin' Same shit, different day, one lesson Hoes'll set your ass up, so packs the smith & wesson Same story on my block, what about yours? Girls get down like they live, sometimes the blood pours Geah Chorus... Once again I said it before Half ounce Millenium money Geah |
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Yo, hoo-bangin' niggas offcials for the year 2g I want y'all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh Hoo-bangin', what's up Geah Ya know this ? ? ? muthaf**ka's life ain't shit Right here Creepin' up on your ass For the year 2g Must be murder Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep It's critical nigga, it's too deep F**k, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street Old school fool, pack choose the rules Confrontation, confront blazing tool My mighty black sword is ready to duel No sympathy when punishment's include Back the f**k up, niggas, I act up Homerun-hitter, the quick nine-spitter When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks Of seein porno flicks, done criminal acts Y'all ain't touching my squad Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card Mock my life, nigga, it's too hard Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred Must - be murder Hoo-bangin' for life ain't no joke Must be murder Reppin' the west, so watch the gun smoke I know my momma be praying her lord save me I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily You're crazy, y'all ain't from my spot, so push Before your dead body's recovered, multiple shots You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you're strong You're wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition Touch ya, hoo-bang niggas who ride Who roll on your side ready to die Who lights up your life with hot flames Real straight game, thug life's the game Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning Niggas like me keeps the world spinnin' I ain't done yet, enemies don't tempt me Unload episodes until my clip empty Y'all ain't gettin' the front line Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine Chorus... Criminal mind, but this time a west coast loc Can't stand a compton nigga slangin' slugs like f**kin coke Money made the illegal way, I roll the regal way Brown paper bag full of baggies to maintain Just can't stay away from hood niggas Hood bitches, hood towns and hood sounds F**k anybody who disrespect get chin-checked Fly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deck Expect the worst in the hood if you gon' kick it Doors open, murder show, go get your ticket Sly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico- Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick it The guns ready to straight catch ya Murder was the case, trying to hide my face Evil as they come I clicks the f**kin' nine gun, y'all fools best to run Chorus... Geah Hoo-bangin's official You know how the f**k we do it Real niggas In the y2k Doin' what the f**k we gotta do Y'all niggas perpetrating You know, keep it thug over here You know, keep it thug right here, hoo-bangin' official Y'all niggas is just like us Real niggas on the block is how we keep it Never fakin' the funk 4-5's and 9's catchin' you, nigga Till the day we die, fool Geah Compton, nigga Geah |
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Jig a geah Nigga, geah Check, geah Nigga, geah Uh, c'mon... I'm sittin' here trippin', mind playin' tricks Tryin' to make it hot while rubbin two sticks Anyboby killa, several conflicts Dead on arrival, the message is survival Only the strong get it on I do my creepin' nightly, nigga, with the chrome Last place niggas get caught up first I ain't satisfied, so I follow the hearse Check the verse Situation end up worse As I release the heat on my ? label? that's cursed Back up, bitch, my shit spits down 4-5 fully auto, never down Wanna dance with the evil in the pale moon light? Didn't know that I blast anything on sight? Murder at night, side-busters best take flight As they dead bodies covered in the sheets that's white I'm a lunatic Geah When I bust the strap everybody... I'm a lunatic Geah Your days is done When I bust the gun Everybody better run I'm dreamin' more nightmares when I sleep My steez, a nigga like me n 2 deep Creep with me as I invade your mind Be a killa with me as I pass the nine Don't be a weak muthaf**ka, get your brain on strap Hit the blunt one more time 'fore we hit the gat Got to dis 'em, food on my plate, blood on my hands Lesson number one if you plan for grands Follow my lead as we enter the place Shoot anything that move and aim for the face Race against the clock, a minute to ten Good time, everybody's tied down in the den Listen, a killa for hire, expert Don't talk, only point out of work Smart move, nigga, ready to skirt Ain't no jam, prepare yourself, cause this might hurt I'm a lunatic When I grab the gun Everybody better run Cause your days is done I'm a lunatic When I bust the strap Peel a cap Everybody adapt I'm a lunatic Better run When I bust the gun Your days is done I'm a lunatic When I enter your home I bust the chrome Geah Y'all best back on up, I act up The blood that you spill just like a cracked cup Your attitude, kill it, mines they wanna steal it Bitches, y'all can feel it, any caps, I peel it Warning, killin' niggas, strike in morn' And stay around the crime scene till the cops start swarmin Smile in your face while I mess with the case Through the streets a fast race while your boys gettin' chased No mace, only shootin' gats with slugs Directed straight at the mug tryin' to kill this thug I work that thing on my back, so I blast back But that's the quick instict of how a killa react The straight aim I possess is what they lack Droppin'em one by one with a 80 mac Chips I stack, muthaf**kas need to quit I bang for life and y'all can't handle the shit I'm a lunatic I enter your home Release the chrome Straight for your dome I'm a lunatic Your day is done I pops the gun You're best to run I'm a lunatic Enter your home Release the chrome Straight for your dome I'm a lunatic You're best to run I bust the gun You're best to run You're best to run, run Geah Hoo-bang one time, nigga Geah, c'mon Lunatic, get'em Geah Geah For the y2g Hoo-bangin' gangstas Hoo-bangin' affiliates Hoo-bangin' official, nigga Geah Luna... Geah Luna - tic, c'mon What tha f**k! |
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Geah (c'mon) Sendin' this one right here To all the girls out there that get down like they live F**k it Roll with the hoo-bangers Geah You like the way I get down like y'all live Check it out Y'all know the Bitch I need, nuthin but cash and weed Out of town trips, slips my cash with speed Don't get it twisted, no captain But I'm cappin' and duckin' While a hoe hides me out and I'm steadily f**kin' Doin your thang While I teach you how to hop on planes Get this cream from this fool with the country name Same day you get back, my bankroll stack As a matter of fact, you know I like that Sticky bitches have niggas straight spendin' they dough Ya know cash runs everything around a hoe Greedy as f**k, a chicken tryin' to scheme on chickens Greedy as f**k, to pay the bitch, she keep on lickin' I love the hoe She's out to get my paper fo' sho' Anytime and place she ready to go Love scratch No pigeon in the world could match Simple as f**k Hood rats ain't hard to catch Geah Hood rats We lovin 'em ho's, we lovin 'em ho's C'mon, geah Sing with me... C'mon geah Sneaky cause she wanna just f**k for ends F**k and spend, f**k, run tell yo' friens All of y'all do their f**kin' shit All your homegirl, bitch, who you f**kin' with Gossip you spit Put each other up on game On which nigga's got chips, routine's the same Shakin' that ass with the jiggle and twitch In the club bustin', knowin i'ma want that bitch You ain't seein a nigga ghetto rich Ghetto fab, ghetto star Hop off stage, ? ? ? bless thou? ? No questions asked, that's the role you play You hit me up on monday F**k the bitch anyway It ain't nuthin' And leave suckas say: the bitch good for somethin Anywhere, any day, any hour In front of anybody, in the shower Geah Hood rats I'm lovin 'em ho's, I'm lovin 'em ho's Geah ya know how it goes... Hood rats... Geah, check me out Is she or she not the top notch? Watch the peddle pushers and rocks in a ? ? ? ? ? How she cop, bitch flips, trips, no sleepin Back to the club where she strips on a weekend You know what I'm speakin' she's out to get yo' bread ? ? ? ? up, choke up, showin some leg Get down like you live and get down on a dime You bring yo' homegirl, that's fine Who is better? I got the chedder ready to spend With a video tape so I can record the date F**kin' with eiht it's all good Now back that ass up like you know you should Know the game alive, toss chips Watch you get down and start movin' the crowd Geah, say it loud Hoo-bangers, we get down on that shit, you know Chorus... |
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