shiiiet haha kausion up in this biatch everywhere i go i hear shots gats pop how should we handle this born in the land of the scandalous but i survive and overlook dodging slugs cause fools trying to get my shit took at 11 00 o clock on the nose i hits the flo kiss my ho stompers through my kitchen and light the roach exit the front porch to catch a morning breeze while fumbling with my keys motherfuckers they yell freeze now i m on my hands and knees nervous from the screaming somebody heard us but who the fuck would wanna swerve us unless they heard about the hidden stash all the goodies they thought i had they runs into my pad nobody budged in my conflict as they blast down do and i m wondering hell if i m next my ho yelling since i couldn t move i just laid fool had his twin gauge planted at her rib cage was the sound i heard if they shot my bitch it s on that s my word these niggas got the nerve taking everything they can coming at me sideways got me laying down in my own driveway damn  i gots to make my money in a bundle but stay humble keep my head on the swivel for these niggas in the jungle like me who see what i see cause nigga it s all about family and keeping artillery feeling the addict automatics i m acrobatic it s a habit nothing up on niggas and kicking static in the street head nuts handlebars on feet deep roam the concrete from compton ave to the beach white boys get beat for gt s and scooter keys can t fuck with the little ass g s hunting for cheese i hits many degrees at any angle throwing up the west motherfucker we can tangle well alright citizens of the ghetto we are back to claim the west side and i am the west side connection home of them extra real niggas named kausion my money s on short i creep with the needle on e banged up in the ltd i need a whole ounce of yay to start off the day nigga hopped on the ten speed and banked down a one way homeboy what you need it s the way out in out in hell to make your chest bleed the fiends stay sparked up the whole hood is marked up to let fools know this motherfuckers sewed up standing on post trying to serve my shit the little homies patrol the hood just for the hit it had to be the wrong time and the wrong place now there s fo baseheads staying right in my face just like that hit the ground motherfucker i couldn t do shit and i can t play a sucker the neighborhood clucks got the upper hand so if it s my time to go i ma fall where i stand 