From The D 2 The LBC

And when I pull the big guns out that trigger

Pull it until the motherfuckin' shit runs out of bullets

Somebody better call a ambulance (woo)

You live, it'll be miraculous

I got more hits than a contract killer

Like the caterpillars that don't got antennas (what?)

Other words, I don't got no goddamn fillers (woo)

Mount Westmore, you did not plan for this (nah)

From Detroit all the way to Los Angeles (haha, yeah)

Put your doobies high if you reside in 213

Let's see that blunt raised (brr)

Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313

Let's see them guns blaze (brr, brr, brr)

Make money moves like The Matrix

Make more mount motivation

Roll up, more meditation

I'm watchin' the moves you make, you might wanna stick to the basics

Military mindstate, locked in, cocked in, make sure the mission is profitable

Ain't no mission impossib-ble

One phone call and my monsters'll go

Dump phones, hop in a Mazda and go

Fuck that, y'all stay, nigga, I'm finna go

You think you slick, boy, this Crip (Crip)

You ain't ready to take it where I'm finna go

Mafia rules, you makin' a mockery (what?)

Me a monopoly, speak on my flow

My nigga, I'm moppin' 'em, slept on my floor, now niggas is copyin'

Niggas be opping through all of this opulence

Gave me a task, I conquer it

This ain't the time for ponderin'

You niggas is slanderin'

This real shit, niggas be honorin' (on God)

You lookin' for followers, and not watchin' my niggas that's followin'

Nigga, fuck them likes, I'm yelling like, "What? My niggas young problem"

Eastside, East up, nigga, Eminem, woke the beast up

Let y'all ride, now a nigga want it back like the lease up

Think it's a game? You gon' see some'

Ain't no peace you'll be missin' a piece of

Nigga popped off, now a sheet's on him

Mom all mad, kids all sad, damn, my bad

Send a few coins to the coroner

Please make it sweet for 'em

Nigga, I don't hop on tracks, I leap on 'em

In the field with the cleats on 'em

Steve Job of the cannabis mob

In due time niggas know it be mine

Suge knew I'd go platinum the minute I signed

If you're lookin' for the facts, I'm the nigga to find

Young nigga sold crack in the middle of Pine

In the face of this crippin'

Long Beach, these seas is different

Four man with the put on

Still gettin' bread with the niggas I put on, yeah, yeah

I put my hood on, shit got cold, I put my hood on, yeah, yeah

Marshall and Calvin, both from the gutters like public housin'

Now we're performin' for hundreds of thousands

Wearin' no makeup, but we still be clownin', motherfuckers

Put your doobies high if you reside in 213

Let's see that blunt raised (brr)

Whether you Eastside or Westside of the 313

Let's see them guns blaze (brr, brr, brr)

My Detroit niggas vers' everybody

My Long Beach niggas vers' everybody

My Detroit niggas leave with a body

My Long Beach niggas shoot up the party (yeah, yeah)