Woodie]It's that W-E-S-T, T-W-O-M-PRepresentin' not pretendin'That W double O-D-I-EThat took the Y-O-C up out of East Co. Co.And let it be knownThat there's some major shitCrakin' off in the deep East Bay and G's rollFrom block to block with automatic chops,Removable stocks, and extra clipsAnd mob shots pushin' crank bombsAnd yet these bottles make all of us flipI never did much slangin' for bangin' pursuited hardWhy the fuck you think they always keepin' norteños off the yardCuz we smash on the enemyNorthern Cal is our vicinityTryin' to run shit on our side of the mapGet blown back with artilleryIt's a known fact we're rivaled by manyBut that don't mean a thangA little more quantityBut a higher quality's got to keep domainSo when we gather our troopsTo rowdy your bootsDon't be shot cuz I warned yaCome to the topside of CaliforniaSee northsiders on every cornerThrowin' up that mighty N-APackin' heat, holdin' a fort downAnd if you disagree your out of pocketComin' up short nowAll who wear them bloody rags hangLarks and cutty's back swangMind your own and do your thangIf you don't wanna gangbangBut if you get the set trippin'And that sound come out your mouthOr you disrespectin' northThan bet your death will come aboutAll who wear them bloody rags hangLarks and cutty's back swangBaller's rap the fat chainsAnd the money stacks claimDifferent lies everydayPolice always on the wayBut heyThat's how we live in the bayIf you can't stand the heatThen get the fuck out the kitchenCuz ammunition that I'm dishin'Best believe it ain't missin'The clock is tickin'I'm trippin'The steel that I'm grippin's askin meHow the fuck I got myself in this positionIt's easy the town I'm in gave me a complexThey gots me snappin' and flashin'Over some nonsenseSo buckle upAnd keep your chest covered upI'll grab my clip, stuff it upNow it's time to fuck shit upAnd times are toughBut their only gonna get tougherMy barrels payin' thunderLeavin' suckas smothered for colorsI'm comin' out the gutters with cuttersThat be cuttin' muthafuckas in my wayIn the bayIn that game where you don't playAnd it's too lateYou clocked inNow there ain't no stoppin'Choppers from choppin'When you make it to my top tenI'm lost in the zone goin' crazyGood, I'll shake itThere ain't nothin' that can save meFrom the way the streets raised meDeath could come at any momentI've been walkin' there for yearsSince I swallowed all my fearsAnd started holdin' back my tearsIt seems the only way to keep my heart pumpin'Now is to representAnd keep the names aliveOf the those homies already deadAnd when I know I ain't evilBut it's evident I ain't heaven sentHow could I be when I done committedEach of the deadly seven sinsA product of my environmentThat's bullshit I ain't buyin' itBeen a killa since birthIt's in my bloodThere's no denying itWe got our own constitutionNortherners organizedAnd believe it or notThis love amongst usAll sometimes disguisedTried to hold a jobA couple of timesBut fuck a nine to fiveSuckas tellin' me what to doI'd rather be shot and buried aliveJust let me rideLet me kick itDrink my 40'sI admit itI'm addictedI can't get enoughTo shake it out my systemAnd my fellow homies feel the sameAnd out the trenches of the bayTakin' it day by dayOne step at a timeCloser to our grave2x
