[B-Brazy:] check this out relative nigga take this lil' 45.000 nigga and buy you a b(c)utless, a coupè nigga and a dope sack nigga and do what the fuck you supposed to do nigga and let these niggas know what's happ'nin
[Green Eyes:] back up in the mix with some gangsta shit I know you didn't think I'm doin a flip or switched my script 32 months of hard time and grindin and I can't wait to touch down and get back to rhymin for so' gangsta green eyes gon keep it on the reala and for my scrilla, nigga this is anybody killer yeah muthafuckas I banged on wax but that's where you got me twisted at cause I banged on facts with trizzele on my clip as I load and you can tell I'm a G my nigga by the way I hold it ('wood! 'wood!) *means ingleWOOD* never foldin, unloadin when I'm under pressure 50 G's ta lick and not a penny lesser so I guess I gots ta come with that heat and put it down for all my true niggas in the streets so give it up, Inglewood, that's the hood we claim when we westside muthafuckin gang-bang
[Chorus x2:] I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen now I'm bangin on your punk-ass just once again so if you feel I ain't real and wanna test my heart nigga you know where I'm at: Darby-muthafuckin-Park
[Green Eyes:] I done told you once, I done told you twice fuckin with me is like fuckin with your life westside Inglewood and I'ma ride for it in a moment of silence call out my homies that died for it so all my life blood I'ma keep it real for all my niggas stressed out behind these punk-ass deals can you feel, I spell blood for this shit and on my hood I got love for this shit cause this gangsta shit is somethin you can feel especially when it's comin from a nigga that's real young sick-ass niggas, YG's when we roll matter of fact packin tec B.G.'s on hood patrole I don't parole and I'm still servin it's fuckin with my nerves but I gotta flip this bourbon haven't you heard that '98 is a straight paper chase so what you gon do when my Gat's in your face
[Chorus x2]
[Green Eyes:] now it's about time for me to speak up my mind and get some shit off my chest and clear up this mess cause some cured about niggas got shit crossed up I'm lookin for the other 2, 1 already got tossed up for speakin upon shit and ain't doin nothin you bitch-ass nigga, you done pushed my button wanna smile in my face and talk behind my back while I was incarcerated, now your ass is gettin faded I gave up the [(name of a set)] because that's the block where I grew up I bangs with the 8's so the deuce is what I threw up any questions, ask me now, nigga fuck later cause when I was in the pen nigga I was knockin out heavy weighters and playa haters ain't got shit ta say ta me much DAMU love to each and every Y.G. in the pen, the hood, the county nigga, whereever you at 2 muthafuckin A's ups and blaze a sack nigga
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