RichOne & Jaded23 - WestSide to The 'Raq (feat. YTL T.Y)

Young nigga too rude better fall back
Chillin' with some killas where my dogs at
About to catch a body we in all black
Smoking up a blunt turnt up and we all strapped

We Strapped up hit 'em like a Mack truck
Niggas playing games but I told they ass to back up
Now he Swiss cheese with some holes you can't patch up
Slide down the 5 look alive you getting passed up
Rich on sick yeah a nigga too street
I Rose from the dirt it's the Beauty in the Beast
He stay switching roles you can never be me
On the road we finna blow too cold on this beat
Switch it
My nigga's pack flipping
Snaking on your boys for that cash bad business
How you think you tough when you act like bad bitches
We really run the city we some young savages
Ruthless
I'm really homicidal
Leave em D.O.A Cause he acting like we rivals
Gotta keep a chop like the pastor with a bible
I really got skill yeah I'm better than your idol
Now it's time to spaz duck huntin' with a Mag
I'm all about a bag pass the weed take a drag
West side to the Chi yeah we down to ride
Jaded and Shoota' and my nigga T.Y

Stack up a brick and get silly
We racking up a Billi
This flow kinda chilly
Milli Vanilli you can blame it on the rain
We hustle through the storm
Now we out here getting paid
And I put that on the gang

Ion like to sip on wockiana
But the way a nigga feel, I need a whole seal
I need a whole seal
I ain't ever popped a Perc in my life
But the way a nigga feel, I need a whole pill
Young nigga, independent ion want a deal
But you could fuck with me and throw me like a quarter mil
How you selling trey 5 for a quarter still
Ain't trynna knock your hustle nigga
Imma keep it real
Cus when you getting money
Nigga you ain't even gotta show that shit
I'll read a Nigga and know that quick
When you really got some pape
Sit back and watch how niggas blow that shit
But you lil niggas don't know that shit
Was trynna fuck a bad bitch
But I couldn't even get on brick
I was fucking bitches in limo tint
You got a watch the lil hoes bumpin' Timo shit
I'm out of town fucking grown bitches at Remo shit

Stack up a brick and get silly
We racking up a Billi
This flow kinda chilly
Milli Vanilli you can blame it on the rain
We hustle through the storm
Now we out here getting paid
And I put that on the gang

Popping with the chop if you niggas feeling brave
Chiraq to LA yeah we ain't playing games
Talking all that shit cause you ain't gettin paid
Have your homies crying cause you couldn't be saved
Lame ass niggas better move out the way
This FN spray it'll have your homies laid
Slayed in the streets body covered by them sheets
Speakin' on the gang and ima turn up the heat
Never face defeat like we made from concrete
Top Dog shottas yeah you know we the elite
Gripping on the pole finger itching for the kill
Niggas wanna try me but don't got the skill
This the shit you do when you grinding for a mill
Coming from the slums where you pay all them bills
That's the reason why niggas rob and steal
Popping all them pills now my niggas can't feel
Money stacked higher than Shaquille O'Neill
I'll never reveal all these painful ordeals
Just know my life be like it's so unreal
Finger on the trigger I ain't got no chill
I ain't got no chill

Written by:
James Monarrez, Richard Morales, YTL T.Y

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