to draw Ready to brawl, back against the wall, us against all Y'all motherfuckers don't want to do none [x2] Let's get bucked til' this bitch catch fire
time Woodworth P block just Mafia on mind Interact at your own risk and welcome to the WEST SIDE!! Where them niggas slippin' and slidin' and Crabs get the homicide Four fire
murder) [SPIDER] You Crab niggas step in tha hood and get burned Punk motherfuckers is the lesson to be learn (fool) It's the land of fire flame, West
glock Chick with me, rollin up sticky Ain't nothin I'm just tryin to get my paper, my paper (Hey we just tryin to get our paper man!) I'm so fire, fire
] [Chorus] North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West [x4] Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice Throw up a deuce, Keep
niggas want me to be a crook again I know how to do that man don't even play wid me like that, Yo [Verse 1:] We spit rap and fire brown paper bag gat
Caught Him In My Car Tryin To Steal The Alpine Chased Him Down The Street To Call A Truce The Silly Muthafucka Pulls Out A Deuce Deuce Little Did He Know
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce Little did
'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine I chase him up tha street tah call a truce Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce Little
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce Little did
fat And to my homies who rest, every night I look back And say "Damn, now why did my niggas have to die?" To ease the pain I don't cry, I fire that potent
Where the 6-4's at where the Regals at, where them drop tops at and them Cadillacs Don't care what you in or where you at, let the top back fire up a
gonna get stabbed at boy as a young I never grabbed that toy Drag was taught to grab that and ask "where the cash at" [Sheek] you think we shoot his pocket sides deuce
And keep it cool like Miles He keeps it fundamental He's got the jeans and the bubblegoose on There's murder on his mental He's got the deuce deuce in
have shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block I'll be glockin' till I drop, a deuce deuce on
't fire a round into your crown I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, nap niggas in the dirt Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work
(feat. O.G. Enius, A.L.T.) [Intro: Diane Gordon] [chanting ahh] [Verse 1: Frost] I just woke up thank god it's friday fire up the lac and hit the