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intro |
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haha ha ha yeah...you niggas aint known |
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haha bg knock out on a motha fucken mission |
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haha ha puttin marcs in check..cause bustas get no respect |
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ha ha ha yeah its the big bad west side mad ass compton |
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1st verse |
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early afternoon as i starts my day, |
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with a fat ass jay and a bottle of alizay, |
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? to the turf and as i roll up the block, see my niggas in dey cut |
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with dey glocks cocked, ready to fill a niggas cap |
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cause in the wicked west side its some layd back, |
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i gots to watch my back cause niggas kno my face, |
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so a packs a 9 double m just to stay safe, |
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when im rollin or just dippin through traffic, |
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i sucka stare mes down im gonna let his ass have it, |
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wit de automatic, and keep dippen lane ta lane, |
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as i throw up the n for tha west side gang, |
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nigga it aint no future and you fronten or you faken |
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and youngsters like me just dont give up nuthin, |
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so untill ya mother fuckers recognize, |
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this is big bad west side nigga do or die |
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chorus X4 |
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never will i run never will i hide |
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this is big bad west side nigga do or die |
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2nd verse |
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steady bangin, steady slangin, steady hagin |
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wit my niggaz still maintainen\ |
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like a loc inhalin doja smoke, |
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and as long as i keep jacken ima never go broke, |
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ill fall ill shorter than a migit on knees |
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while all these marc niggas rollin around on d's |
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please, i gots to get mine, and way i can, |
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wit dis gat in my hand i will come up with the master plan |