nigga we boss up ride or die look at us lay low ridin by fuckin wit us might cost ya life nigga we boss up ride or die i heard one bitch nigga scream get the gat get the gat so i dumped on his homie like blllat blllat tryin to catch you slippin but i always end up pistol whippin em whippin em hittin em stickin em puttin clips in em clips in em hittin em wit the 45 motherfuckers be buried alive i doubt that you and them bitch ass niggas you rollin wit gon survive bust in his eye i m comin steady pumpin the fire rumblin by niggas run and stumble and die bitch i m savage you niggas is butter like popcorn i hopped on the hood of his caddy and chopped on him through the front windshield nigga you should ve been peeled snatch em out the seat put 1 in his dome a done deal we bossy we ain t nobody s boys strapped and armed when you so motherfuckin soft niggas wanna squeeze yo charmin little honey blunt dipped ass cupcake nigga they knew i d shoot it up so they planned yo wake quicker hit the do when i open when i came to get in and i dve kick the motherfucker straight up off the hinges nigga challenging my talents is a sentence to death cause i m steppin in a battle wit a clip in the deck crip is the set so you ain t gotta ask if i bang deadlier than threat be drivin long beach niggas insane bringin heat to any table that i step to eat off top dogg of that street 21st so keep off when i m on the mic other rappers just speak off matter fact shut the fuck up and just ease off i m mobbin wit my speezies from the bay all day catchin felonies cause my stick like shanks while the funny mc motherfuckers spit like blanks droppin cavi out in cali shit that hit like quakes ball out crawl out before you catch these vapors dogg house all out keep it gangsta gangsta  2x nigga we savage raggin tighter than lions crazy life you know we violent niggas get stole on like kobe s grindin in this game you gotta move in silence saw big on the news blind red sirens that means yo crew dyin bulletproof 22 s grind pick up grindin duckin and divin runnin for their lives no shuckin and jivin outside where niggas be hustlin runnin motherfuckers strugglin and strivin to be that next head bubblin tumble like me in fatigue kamo kaze smoke weed until my eyes bleed kemo sabi proach me tryin to rob me i ma bop he make em scream like bushwick i went and shot you in the body probly but you a bitch i m a nigga wit a tommy copy i m a hustler you a snitch like johnny copy i m that nigga yuk sick as fuck gettin head in a nine six truck bitch nigga what it s summertime back in my city they think they can see this here but y all gon have to get wit me and deal wit me this year yo career is like chump change i ll put it in the cup drop and give it to crack smokers fat back on 47 block ya had to put somethin wit it to buy king cobra catch ya smokin stress weeded bizarre then smoke ya over nigga i ain t goin wit y all cause y all niggas is gang bangers and i ain t no gang banger but now you se a gang banger fashion crip you know you been afraid you just tryin to let yo hair grow but the scalpel s too tender for braids and if you was a baby i d smash my finger through ya soft spot i m hot dumpin out in the open on 1 shot catch em on 33rd street cut off his bird peak don t make me turn clay street into ak street ever since i blew up seems like these bitch niggas is mad but now i gotta pull ya covers back bitch my memory ain t bad 4x
['g funk', 'gangster rap', 'hip hop', 'hyphy', 'rap', 'west coast rap']