way -- in L.A.! [Hittman] Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do cock me back Bust caps for
-- in L.A Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move They call me Hitt - cause I spit like gats do Cock me back Bust caps for my max crew, at
dot on the I I'm the motherfuckin' crocodile tears when you cry I'm the lightning in bad weather I'm that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
Westside Microphone check 10 from the West Coast beller and tella I cuss like a sella when you see her she's a gonna Moved to California blew the bitch
I thought I was livin in hell Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose It's like a noose
club the stuffy old money where the poor get snubbed the spread is bland sour kraut and boiled goose there's no way these people will ever cut loose
St. Louis won't you stretch then bend [Jim Jones] I guess you hear that I'm a live wire (say what) Loose nigga and a 5 rider Run with the city's biggest
decision To save me and my daughter's lives, but I can't thrive off spirit and scripture The picture grew clearer; I made the move to rear her in a life
You couldn't get the picture, if you was in an orchard or fortress, (so you niggaz better forfeit) [BROther ?uestion] Now get loose, get loose, ? get loose
neck. Well, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp as the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath. Turn him loose
ya brakes real fast, before ya crash Crack ya head on the dash I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on blast Hard heads don't get the picture until
kill all you real niggaz feel me Gotta bust a weapon some pussy he gonna fell me Spill me When on concrete But I cannot let that happen Slippin and clippin my gun straight CAPPIN! Loose
Phixion striking prison Ice shirts I payed dues, nuttin to loose, Steady bustin off weapons In 2's When I come home I be smellin shit and furnitures moved
] Get this thing through your head And they will never be no more Tell me, tell me, about it, damn it [Jae Millz] Aiyo, I move with a click that's wreckless
the point of no return where water burn I learn that nobody out here really gives a damn I know I sell dope,I know I bust on bitches but from bitches
I ain't going out for a jack move The only thing on my mind Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools Now tell me what you busters want with