yeah you know the problem with most of these niggas nowadays they ain t got no respect see life ain t just about all that other shit you lookin at my nigga you know i love it on the westside that s why i pose with the homies we smoke drink raise kids and make this motherfuckin money you hear me my killa cali gangsters a ride for me got brothers in the bay that ll die for me got the best weed smoke choke no seeds mexicans crip blood we all one seed shout the game snoop cypress hill b real and real soldiers like pac i still feel so i still ride dirty with the 5th steel got kurupt young gotti with the semi shotty my brother power in the maybach counting big money the cali sunshine but it ain t all sunny brothers dieing everyday and i pray for them falling soldiers in my heart where i still hold them i feel i owe them my brother coming home on parole looking swoll young and old time to get gold so let s roll these words that i write and recite is from the soul indo weed extra green texture extra orange and green next to inspectah deck it seems the reala masta killa and young gotti i got to hit new york and push pass the kush hash big snoop and daz want to push past indo weed and feeling fine i mma do this shit as well then again at nine see i m cut from a different cloth got it got it i m cut from a different cloth bodyguard hard you niggas are soft see you niggas ain t loyal you don t know how stay down and play your position get a new fitting fitting the function you s an undercover clown i was born to push a concrete line i change lives i enhance my eyes i m magneto magneto aniyo the one that can pose the metal at all times if you look you find close eyes to blind look