[Hook: Tyga]
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I said fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
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Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
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Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas
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I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up
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[Verse 1: Tyga]
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T Raww go stay Westside, killa cat pillar,
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No ceiling, probably worth ten million
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Poor nigga watch chilla, you ain't even gotta feel it
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That's chin chinchilla flyer than a caterpillar
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I sick my dogs at you, yeah
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They ain't call the dog catcher, bitch
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Spark the fire, no matches, yeah
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So high just laughing, hah
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Burners in the attic, they ain't know I had it
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Shoot sporadic, fire automatic, pop a target
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Driving backwards, I'm a hundred bill fanatic
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Bring the static, make vows to the money, but I skipped marriage
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Keep staring, rather die that nigga than live average, get you embarrassed
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Thousand karats on my wheel that my kids inherit
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Black card credit, told them I don't use debit
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Nigga know that's my motto, I could do this shit forever so
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
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We don't rock with them niggas anyway, fuck them
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We'd ever caught them in the hood, we'd a stuck them
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Things coming in, we get them off by the dozen
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We about that action, you ain't about nothin'
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Girl of your dream, I already had her
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If it ain't my team, it don't really matter
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Short stay, I'm only in town for the figures
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Even when I'm up, I'm still down for my niggas
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Need nothing else, don't concern me or worry me
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Nah, I'ma ride 'til they burn me or bury me
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Cause the truth is, niggas die every day
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Heard about me, I hope you heard thoroughly
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I don't switch sides, I just switch rides
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Might just get a little head, let the bitch slide
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Knowing that I can, knowing that I will
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Far as the other side go, you know how I feel
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: 2Pac & Tyga]
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You gotta watch your back
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Stay strapped, be alert
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Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt
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Walkin' through the streets wearin' jewels
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Ain't got shit to lose
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Gonna fuck up and bust young niggas with tools
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The intricate designs of my lethal lines
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Now time hard to find a job, easier to rhyme
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These days, motherfuckers talk shit
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And turn snitch when you see ‘em
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They ain't talkin' 'bout shit
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Westside
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I keep a vest on my chest
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Buck, buck, cops wanna hit me with the book
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But I don't give a fuck
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Government got a nigga feelin' stuck
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While these same little sluts gettin' fucked for a quick buck
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Weed make my mind roam
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All alone, ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone
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Over the phone, in my mind I can see her naked
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I can't take it
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Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it
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I thought you knew
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Get loaded, can't control it
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Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it
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Then smoke it, sippin Hennessy
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Plottin' on my enemies
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‘Comin back twice as hard
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Like, remember me
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My hustle to my dyin' days
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Niggas dyin' every day
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And we celebrate with pain
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Pourin' champagne
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Drink politics, they wanna join my campaign
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Worldwide, L.A. niggas screaming Westside
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[Hook]
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Hit Em Up
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Tyga |