[ INTRO ]
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Gyeah
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westside
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somebody told me
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they want some of that thug shit up in here
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westside
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So I'ma take ya back down memory lane
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and give ya some of that wicked shit
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and I'ma do this right here
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for all my CPT G's in the house
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Check this out
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[ VERSE 1 ]
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as my life takes a twirl
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I say fuck the world
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cause sometimes it seems
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that it's all a bad dream
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pops must have fucked with moms
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on the scheme
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but sooner or later
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he left our 2 man team
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but fuck him
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times done changed I'm in the game
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and I bring moms pain
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cause the game is slangin caine
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cries from my eyes as I hits the street
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pounds in the chest tha heart beats
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as I roll with heats
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pops wasn't around but for a minute or shit
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until he skipped across town
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with another bitch to stick
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stuck moms one more times
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Then dropped a dime
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and on top of that
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had a son same age mine
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but, uhh, don't blame me
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cause Lord I try not to
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have an attitude like 'fuck him until I die'
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but now I rebel and cause moms hell
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and hit the blocks
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cause I'm into makin illegal mail
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Gyeah
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[ VAL ]
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if you keep your hood tight
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everything's gonna be alright
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if you're down then you can ride with me
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It's thicker than water baby
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me and you
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It's thicker than water baby
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so what we gon do
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[ VERSE 2 ]
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now I runs with a gang
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that Hoo-Bangs for fame
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and crosstown robberies know tha nickname
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leave 'em dead in they shoes
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as we servin the blues
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G's that pack tools pay dues to rule
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so it's cool they dumps and we dumps back
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me and my G's and the 6-4 black
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layin 'em flat Rata-Tat-Tat
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from the Gat and shit
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we represent y'all hit the bricks
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when the pistols spit
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and I had a straight bitch and shit, that's cool
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I slang for cash while she hit the books in school
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I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule
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love for this thug when the world would seem cruel
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I crips where the enemies dwell but I'm no fool
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undercover drive off strapped with the tool
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but I slipped then packed my clip
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my hoodrat tripped and didn't scoop
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but they still didn't shoot
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Gyeah
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[ VAL ]
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chorus 2x
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[ VERSE 3 ]
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I made it to Deuce-5 baby and that's luck
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in this rap shit to try to make some bucks
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(ching , ching)
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seems like the gang bang thang got tougher
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a little bit younger but then bit rougher
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they been tellin me
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to watch out for jealousy
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cause now a friend of me was a enemy
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strange the game done changed switched
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ain't that a bitch
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with the rivals makin some change
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in and outta lanes in the passenger seat
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me and you and our crew strapped with heat
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outta town runs for funs no beef
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we all hit licks and blows the chronic leaf
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but payback's a bitch in the end you know
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and she sets up traps
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cause she snatch for dough
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let it go no come up your last trick
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cause my brother's got my back
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when the shit gets thick
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Gyeah
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[ VAL ]
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chorus 2x
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Thicker Than Water
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| MC Eiht |
