Fuck it, yo, who the best MC on the west? By far it's me and in my car is a continental tea And my broad in that continental suite With the armadillo rollin' up dutches like that motherfuckers
Beef with the kid, click clack, motherfuckers Let them bullets burn your six pack, motherfuckers Get jacked, motherfucker, when you come to Compton Get a mack, motherfucker, when you come to Compton
I walk through Times Square holdin' my Johnson A cross style Jada make a run threw Yonkers I got D-blocks like the locks and these glocks like to pop And nigga I like your watch, so roll over, you can die with the jury
First nigga, take the stand to testify he gonna die with the jury And I might kidnap the judge or send a team To lean on the prosecutors so the DA budge I got niggas that'll ride for a grand
So handover my rock like Earl Manson You can die where you stand You got his back you can die with your man I'll let you jog for about 30 seconds then you gunned down
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime, you want us then come and try us
I'm a take it to the next, take it to a motherfuckin' neck Pull up on a nigga holdin' triggers and techs We droppin' square beads, you easy to read This is the end of the road for whole ass MC's
Smoke grass by the pound, glock holds 17 rounds And the flow'll knock any nigga down Rap you like a burrito come threw and kill you and your people Said them that I shitted on you nigga like I was a flock of seagulls
Infrared beam like a traffic jam at night Handle any man in sight with his hands upon a mic Wanna light, I got the torch, California up north For any nigga puttin' flamed on a Porches and never drive on
Bitch, you're gonna die on San Quinton for and five catch a live one Bust shots at the clouds, so we can shine some Get up off your ass and nigga and grind some
You know this GL shit, we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
Flash fuckers on the tip of the gat You can put on flat but I'll kill that, I'll open you up like a mat Even if you heard at I squirted and murdered a man And these new school nigga talk like we heard of them plans
Seventy-two times 36 millimeters in your mini van Gettin' off on you nigga and your mini-mans Only thing runnin' is blood nigga so we gettin' grand So we will bust your head, nigga, straight through your hand
Or get off in yo ass nigga like Jackie Chan And when it's all said and done it's a one will stand Gunnin' this motorbike, feelin' this power man A 185 miles per hour, man, I stay co-relatin' with the Taliban I show up, show up, show up, show up
Niggaz talk about money, they forgot the struggle Playas paint a perfect picture, they forgot the hustle Pieces of a puzzle, guzzlin' pints, watchin' the moonlight Turn to sunlight, street more gun fights, penitentiary kites
Seen a man turn to mice than mice turn to man See my nigga take the stand turn my other mans hand Got me nauseous in my abdomen, got me servin' grams again Grams rapped in rubber bands, 22's on them rubbers bands
Slow rollin, 'dro blowin', I'm gettin' rich you see my fro growin' Ho's knowin' I pimp them to the fullest, respect a gangsta You can shoot but I eat bullets, I shit missiles And my eyeballs look like crystals, my shits official It's more humaro Merofrista
Yo, yo, it's Luke and everything I sit on fat Niggaz be like oh shit, how a nigga shit on that? You wanna see me shit on and grit on tracks Glock with the red paint, puttin' it on hat Talk about the real thing not the 760
The reason that they took the fair team to get me You don't want it with my dogs, you got teeni guys I mean itsy bitsy little bitty weeni guys I done seen them guys bought as big as my gats And they ain't even got enough strength to squeeze on that
You want real hard core shit I be's on that Cop the XLT you put threes on that, put cheese on hats When luchi seeks squeeze on gats we even leave these on flat G's messin' low they got g's on that and have How your momma outside screamin' "Please don't clap"
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime we're touching the streets grinds
You know this GL shit we got G's on the line Or G's on the squad, all week on the grind And if you doubt that step up, 'cuz we ain't hard to find Street kings in our prime you want us then come and try us
