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G'yeah, how we gon' get on this (Westside)
Uh, my homey Bird in the (N-O-T-R in the house)
I said da in the house (There's pork in the house)
MC Eiht in the house,
And this how we gettin (The new style in the house)
To the West, my Gz, to the
To chest, my Gz, to your chest

We puttin it
from block to block, to scale this
From crooked to, dope spots, all around
Uhh, hot poles to six folds of
Hood's tight like Fort Knox, runnin military
Attitudes, don't try it, Tek 9's
AK's, will be in a riot
Quiet as kept, we creep, put you to
No bull-essin, dirty ass Mac 11's keep
Killers cheat *?that they ass?*
Punk one-times gaffle to my homey T's battle ground
187's, 211's is for the
No ..... kiddin, caps get peeled in the
E's you the bomba
we sell, oh, from Compton to Alandra
Cruisin in my 6-tre wit
Blunt smokin, tryin ta dash from the
Do or die for the wicked Westside, the best?
Fake the West as I it on my chest
is where we do it all day
G'yeah, bitch, oh why you come my
"Get Revenge" is the
Crack sacks to, jacksta, down St.Ives bottles

G'yeah on, uhh
To the West, my Gz, to the
(Uhh, g'yeah, puttin it for 9-6)

Homies, county bound, wit the hot 9's
One-time slam my face to the
Hot can you set you up
Hollow points, hit the car when, them Gz bust
(Who) can't my definition?
Murders I wrote, gats I tote, is my daily day
get caught up in the rapture
Wit the murderous styles they after
Young guns, to keep it pumpin, gots ta leave sockin
Keep dem 9 rockin
No place is this place I dwell, every states
House cell mates
souls get torn
1-5-9, I represents us the day I was
Musta my destiny
Blast to the face so they get the best of me
To a big fat grip (grip)
of the, sunshine, Tek 9, we steady dip
Come test me, don't wanna do it, I it jumpin
.44 Mag definitely keep you stumpin
We back
killers from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
I'm

G'yeah, (Where we goin?)
To the West, my Gz, to the (To where?)
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your (So waddup?)
To the West, my Gz, uhh
all day, Compton all day
G'yeah (come on, uhh, on, uhh)

Our motto's "Do or Die", we in
hittin and dumpin fools in ditches
If on, it's on, regulatin
Player hatin, run organisation like a poem
Put that down like Brown, I got'cha
Hey fool, I ya
Domes get delivered on
Hot heat from the seat, fools you better stagger
My Uzi a tonne
Stomp and Compton from, g'yeah, day one
Sometimes I got to God
for puttin me in the middle of the land, where buck and sqwuab
For life, for life and not for this rap
Stay true to the streets, so Gz get it
It got to be that way
For my Gz that's, why
sneaks around, to put the down
Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the down
We clown on the
Others try and fade the West but must be crazy
I'm

(Hey, come on)
To the West, my Gz, to the
Uhh, to your chest, my Gz, to your
And we ain't no names, uhh
Compton, uhh,
em down, buck em down
em, brrrgh, uhh