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Like we always do about this time, hahaha Ayy, what's happenin', what's happenin', though It's your boy P Worthy, tapping in all the way from the Westside Bompton, though I got my niggas in this bitch right now, though Hopout Rosecrans, Slumlord Trill (JS) Lil Duece, and that nigga Hitta J3, YS what's happenin'? Finna kick some mo' funky shit Don't get caught in the jungles or a park called Gonzalez [?] with some P-Funk riders Way before rap, me and Worthy been slidin' I used to keep a sack and a strap filled with hollows Back when big face had a spot on [?] I was serving niggas pills, try to rob me, get killed Five foot bitch, she too tall to get bussed on Westside jungle stone bloods, no cut though What's the topic? Rosecrans, [?] or Bompton Process of sending boxes and proper sealing the content Hood prophet, spit toxins, you know shit can get toxic Smoke, we hotbox it, Hopout with all of the nonsense You cats known for beginning and ending the conflict Body, that's my prerogative I gets my main bitches with diamonds and trips Barefooted sitting on islands Letras de cancionesPermits, we check slips, don't slip inside of that island, nigga Just a Westside nigga [?] I chuck my P high Sliding down two fifth, nigga, I'm to the Eastside They never heard me brazy slapping out of a G ride (Woah) I show you how to do it like the greatest of all time (Blood) [?] had to do it for [?] [?] nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides Banging on wax, we only heard of the b-side In the bity where it's brackin', blood, I live in the beehive Worthy, let me kick that funky shit, look We'll leave a hole in him like a peace sign You can get your head bust speaking out these blinds [?] gotta watch every car that creep by Better use your head, blood, this pistol love to read minds Bet your last, wrong mean mug and them triggers blam Put on by the homies, chuck it up and start shaking hands Bernie's in the Mac-10, they like what's that? They don't know, that was back then Snitching wasn't tolerated, gunpowder, love the fragrance All gangs are shy when enemies get eliminated Flag on burgundy, my jungle stone cherry flamin' Raised off the nonsense, we create the conflict Fill 'em with the hot shit, they run when the chop rip Memories, long live the fallen, ayy, I been on the block since I been on the block since knee high, ducking the one time Ain't no hesitation up in my blood, 'cause I'm gon' bust mine It's crunch time, hit 'em up like 'Pac, he in a ghost ride Who won't slide? Campanella, West, bitch, I'm from both sides All my niggas gone living through me 'cause I got soul ties Opps cliquing up, we bought more guns, we slide on both sides My young nigga a demon, plus he mean it, and he gon' ride I ain't tryna make it even, come through squeezing and we fiendin' It's a body for a body, we ain't killing for no reason Never turning on the gang 'cause I consider that shit treason Nigga jumped up in that water, tried to swim and now he sinkin' Tryna leave a body stiff, I'm too legit, I'm known for creepin' From Letras Mania