Living N' Tha Streetz

Geah, geah, geah

This goin' out to all them G's

To all them thug niggas still in the pen

All my homies in YA and shit

Still in the struggle

For all them thug niggas out there representin'

Hoo Bangin' to the fullest

What y'all motherfuckers gon' do?

Check me out

What you motherfuckers gon' throw up?

What you motherfuckers gon' do?

Get your ass sewed up when I blast the.22

Yep, times is ill

Half of you niggas be wishin' rhymes could kill

Hoo Bangin', who claim the same hood as me

I guarantee the motherfucker ain't as good as me

I'm takin' chances with different circumstances to deal with

Got a brand new gat from my homie so I can kill with

17 Shots, makin' 17 niggas drop

Now 13 ambulances headed to the fuckin' spot

To sew up them niggas leakin' like toxic waste

It'll be a closed casket 'cause I blast to the face

They got a taste of my heater

Hot and sizzlin' like a fajita

The only way that a nigga could beat us

Is to be fast as a fuckin' cheetah

I said what you motherfuckers gon' throw up?

I said bangin' in the CPT

I sit back and reminisce about the days of old

As I crack the Olde Gold, watchin' my plot unfold

First rule, I always had to roll with heat

'Cause it's a cold cruel world with some stone cold streets

Which block you set trippin', hav' beef?

Wrong shit, out of their teeth, catch the reef

No sorrow, 'cause it might be me dead tomorrow

So y'all see the hollow, it's a code I follow

I really miss my G that got shot last year

So I shed a tear and pour out a little beer

Now look at how the enemies made me

I'm crazy, your skies is hazy

From the shoulders, you can't phase me

I blaze up the blunt and start to talk up

All the points for the hood I done chalked up

'Cause I ain't got nothin' to lose

I'm yellin' "West up, bitch!" as I serve you fools