Gyeah Gyeah Gyeah
|
Its goin out to all them G`s
|
To all them thug niggas still in the pen
|
All my homiez in YA and shit
|
Still in the struggle
|
For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest
|
What all you motherfuckers gon do
|
Check me out
|
|
[ VERSE 1 ]
|
What you motherfuckers gon throw up
|
What you motherfuckers gon do
|
Get your ass sow up
|
When I blast the 22
|
Player times is ill
|
Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill
|
Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me
|
I guarantee them motherfucker ain`t as good as me
|
I'm takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with
|
Got a brand new Gat from my homiez so I can kill with
|
17 shots makin 17 niggas drop
|
Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot
|
To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways
|
It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face
|
They got a taste of my heater
|
Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater
|
The only way that a nigga coulde be tha
|
Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter
|
|
[ CHORUS ]
|
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
|
Gyeah
|
I said bangin in the CPT
|
|
[ VERSE 2 ]
|
I sit back and reminisce about the days of old
|
As I crack the OGO watchin my platinum vote
|
First rule I always had to roll with heat
|
Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets
|
Which block you set trippin happy
|
Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef
|
No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow
|
So ya'll see the hollow its the cold I follow
|
I really miss my G that got shot last year
|
So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer
|
Now look at how the enemies made me I'm crazy
|
Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can't face me
|
I blaze up the blunt start to talk up Gyeah
|
All the points for the hood I don't chalked a Gyeah
|
Cause I ain't got nothin to loose
|
I'm yellin WEST you bitch as I serve you fools
|
Come on
|
|
[ CHORUS ]
|
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
|
Uhh
|
I said bangin in the CPT
|
Gyeah
|
Uhh
|
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
|
Uhh
|
I said bangin in the CPT
|
Come on check me out
|
|
[ VERSE 3 ]
|
I said life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
|
Blast get the cash live my life like yummy
|
Time to flies when I ride it seems funny
|
Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy
|
Who got shot on your block the spots hot
|
Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac
|
No happy days just criminal ways
|
And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays
|
Who lays deep in the cut I'm givin a fuck
|
Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut
|
Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates
|
And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take
|
They cock the half of my nigga L from Gray
|
Chronic got me beepin my chest like them AGE
|
Brave ain't the case they gave me was 187
|
For sendin niggas to hell and heaven
|
|
[ CHORUS ]
|
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
|
I said bangin in the CPT
|
Gyeah
|
Come on
|
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
|
Bangin in the I-N-G
|
Gyeah
|
Come on
|
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
|
Bangin in the S.C.
|
Gyeah
|
I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
|
Bangin in the LBC
|
Gyeah
|
Come on
|
Ohhh
|
Hoo bangin in the house
|
Come on Gyeah
|
Hoo bangin in the house
|
Come on Gyeah
|
Its goin out to all my G's
|
Its goin out to all my G's locked down in the pen
|
Still on the struggle
|
Now the fuck we do it
|
Gyeah
|
WESTSIDE fo life
|
CPT till I die
|
Hoo bangin to the fullest
|
Gyeah
|
|
-----------------
|
Living N' Tha Streets
|
MC Eiht |