Uh ha, what? Young Soldierz in this motherf**er
And Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alright
It's on, nineteen ninety f**
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Now everybody wanna pack a Glock
When all the time n***as know, that'cha skins get locked
It takes a n***a like me, cos I can see thru the fake
You n***as make it sound good, but you n***as is cupcakes
Ass out if you're the last (n***a)
To feel the wrath when I blast (n***a)
Figure I can make a motions for murder
Ma** destruction, discussions unheard of
f** the script, I feel the pow's in and out of town
And now it's on-a, just from city, to 300
See it's a shame on how these lames keepin up the game
f**in up the game for the next real n***a
Until my Gz do it, time to stay cell block
Stay strong while Gz get your ride on
I been there and done that, no tellin
If I ever come back but if I do, I ain't scared of it
See some n***as call drug busts, non-plussed
Swear to God, only momma had it sewed up
So f** the company cos ya best ta keep on walkin
While you can, 'fore my Doggs start barkin, man
Hangin out late night, off the shee-ba
All's we heard is they got what they de-served
See up in trojans, spit the game a little more than that
Then I be f**in off the game before the next n***a
Never test what you can't keep
Cos if I need it, I'mma get it, if I want it, I'mma take it
I'm undisputed, undefeated, might've even cheated
I'm highly weeded, so much you get'cha a** heated
I know it might sound like a n***a sayin somethin
But me and my n***as ain't give nothin, yeah
For one magical wavin his Tek
I can make the whole motherf**er party and jet
Young stretch him in the house, waitin for you to trip
So I can pop in this clip and make your b**h a** strip
Glock parties, block parties, n***as best on burning
Cos once we get up on it, catch you in a Kodak moment
n***a (we turn n***as bu*ts to ash), straight up
(No ma**es, it clips to last)
Eastside Wotts n***as ain't wit all that dissin and sh**
Hit em with the slang, knock his brain from his frame, baby
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n***as, buck their domes so they wanna act wild
The def town makin home course from X-Files
Schitzophreniac, you think you're maniac
But ol' laniacs, y'all just some fraidy cats
For sayin that, come to the 'Wood, get that a** light
Come play hockey wit these Kings and get that a** iced
Competition was down core, ra-cum-ba-ba
Who been the lesser learned to arrived, bum-pa
This will was meant to role, never heard of control
Even my b**h will snatch your soul out'cha *?f** pool?*
????? fast n***as, straight cupcakes
Before they hit me up, they wave till they be my face
These n***as got me smokin, these wiggas got me hot
Talkin bout who they shot and how they carry Glocks
Like I said, some know me from that bang in the West
Enemies know me from pullin straps, bustin caps in they necks
I'm from Inglewood, where your life's considered a joke
n***a, the bottom's off Crenshaw and 104th
Now it's time to separate these prankster gangstas
Young Gz and Wallabies, Young Soldierz to breeze
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n***as runnin mouth like it's the thang to do
They saw how we put it down, now they bangin too
They wanna do what the gangstas do, check that
And imitate while the Soldierz' true
Break out of this, reality is the city I dwell
k** em ????? a pump iron, make him relate to his hell, n***a, uhh
I feel like in order to kick, gangsta sh**, n***as need a licence, n***a
What?
I feel like in order to kick, gangsta sh**, n***as need a licence
All of a sudden, now you're hard, n***a
Like the day you were born, you're still a b**h n***a
And I know that it's not, but I makes it my job
Without the green, I bets to bring the ????? to your squad
I hope you understand that we take, n***as for jokes
And how we do mark-a** n***as? Slap your a** in the throat
Tag teamin, toe-taggin n***as, ol' baggin n***as
Doin a batch of n***as wit machines that double teams
Jumpin n***as like pogos
Droppin n***as quick like a**es on low-low's
No more room for the n***as who ain't troopers
The West and Eastside are the original beatsiders, provide us
A motherf**in mic and a ho
And we can crack em both for show, f** toe for toe
Foe for foe, young n***a don't make me
Sure your Glocks ain't got no safety
Makin principalities about my casualties
'Rip or Blood n***a, it really don't matter me
Jose, you might just lose your life
Put down them drawers, hang a b**h by his balls
Y-Gz
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