your ass washed up, you washed up It's a new eras, nigga, for this gangsta shit nigga And we don't play no game Y'all niggas be rappin' 'bout that shit
Mike] It ain't surprisin' these motherfuckers still hatin', They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with, Different stages, way back in '88t
words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya You really talkin' reckless right now And we know you ain't built for that Nigga chill, calm down Watch your words, don't
the game, play smart in the game But I was young back then, dumb back then But nowadays how I plays not the same Controlling these games I know it can't
D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. Smash, just before you talk spaz out Hittin' the switch then hittin' the stash Before the year 2000
what the fuck, nigga W.C, ya better duck, nigga, fuck me, you're out of luck, nigga This is Los, this is Los Angeles This shit don't stop, I'm still
Smokin' a lot to keep my mind steady You niggas ain't ready for what I be bringin' And ain't none of my crimes petty So nigga don't test me On the westsides
games we play is "Callin all cars" (call all cars!) We all drive reckless, change cars like Baby Make Flex say, "Y'all on some Wyclef shit" For those that don't
Two way, four way, anyway the Pro say Never hear a hoe say, "No, I won't No, I can't stop it and no, I don't" 'Cause a bitch know that I might just explode
ain't got the muscle, you ain't got the heart You need actin classes, you can't play the part Yo' mind ain't on money you need to get smart I'm known
I watch your ass take a big fall, why?! My Main Source, is like a friendly game of stickball And as you step up to bat man, I play the riddler You try
I run with Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is
fought from up close A bundle burglary with no surprise Just another sloppy murder that was in disguise Now they can do nothing but hope and pray That the boys don't
new year, best to come correct I ain't hear a style that I can't do yet I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yet Get off the wall and do the damn
Like all of these activates part of you that don't mo, move You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue Who only plays by the tens on the 1
devil trespassin' Master gettin' cash in a orderly fashion Message to the fake nigga flashin' Slow up Oc before you get dropped And closed like a caption Fractional kids don't
MTV diva Nas how do we survive all this mess? East vs. West, this rap game Where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress