Wsn
That's basically what this song about
It's not even good for the niggas that's tapped in
And that's what fucked up about it
West side nigga
Ima rep it til I'm dead nigga
West side nigga
I'll kill for my respect nigga
Most niggas don't chase dreams
They chase hoes
If them bitches can't get right
They get gone
The pack on the way to the south
It get sold
I ain't even gotta touch that
I just smoke
Leader of my own
The don like Corleone
Want revenge thats a dish
That's best when served cold
hot up off the presses
Just keepin it on the low
Come and get it if you want it
My nigga we got smoke
who hot now
This why ya bitch gettin knocked down
I think it's been a error I'm not found
Stay up out the way
In the house
Like lock down
The play ain't making birds
Then the bitch getting shot down
Oh you ain't from round here
Then they gon pop rounds
And you come with drama
Nigga you know I'm not round
Can't be pronounced dead
If the body is not found
Wont move reckless
Boy shoulda piped down
For real for real
We hail from lands where blood get spilled
But In hell I found love for real
Take the good with the bad
And In the end prevail
To smoke a wood with my cuz in the hills
Uh
To live fast and die young
That's a hell of a thrill
Desensitized
So it's no big deal
If I ever make it out will I get my cheers
And if I don't I understand that's the city I live
Nigga I'm from
West side nigga
Ima rep it til I'm dead nigga
West side nigga, Tiste
I'll kill for my respect
West side nigga
Ima rep it til I'm dead
West side nigga
I'll kill for my respect nigga
It's not even good for the niggas that's tapped in
And that's what fucked up about it
West side nigga
Ima rep it til I'm dead nigga
West side nigga
I'll kill for my respect nigga
Most niggas don't chase dreams
They chase hoes
If them bitches can't get right
They get gone
The pack on the way to the south
It get sold
I ain't even gotta touch that
I just smoke
Leader of my own
The don like Corleone
Want revenge thats a dish
That's best when served cold
hot up off the presses
Just keepin it on the low
Come and get it if you want it
My nigga we got smoke
who hot now
This why ya bitch gettin knocked down
I think it's been a error I'm not found
Stay up out the way
In the house
Like lock down
The play ain't making birds
Then the bitch getting shot down
Oh you ain't from round here
Then they gon pop rounds
And you come with drama
Nigga you know I'm not round
Can't be pronounced dead
If the body is not found
Wont move reckless
Boy shoulda piped down
For real for real
We hail from lands where blood get spilled
But In hell I found love for real
Take the good with the bad
And In the end prevail
To smoke a wood with my cuz in the hills
Uh
To live fast and die young
That's a hell of a thrill
Desensitized
So it's no big deal
If I ever make it out will I get my cheers
And if I don't I understand that's the city I live
Nigga I'm from
West side nigga
Ima rep it til I'm dead nigga
West side nigga, Tiste
I'll kill for my respect
West side nigga
Ima rep it til I'm dead
West side nigga
I'll kill for my respect nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Breedlove
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