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Uh ha, what? Young Soldierz in this motherfucker And Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alright It's on, nineteen ninety fuck [Chorus:] Now everybody wanna pack a Glock when all the time niggas know, that'cha skins get locked It takes a nigga like me, cos I can see thru the fake You niggas make it sound good, but you niggas is cupcakes Ass out if you're the last (nigga) to feel the wrath when I blast (nigga) Figure I can make a motions for murder Mass destruction, discussions unheard of Fuck the script, I feel the pow's in and out of town And now it's on-a, just from city, to 300 See it's a shame on how these lames keepin up the game Fuckin up the game for the next real nigga Until my Gz do it, time to stay cell block Stay strong while Gz get your ride on I been there and done that, no tellin if I ever come back but if I do, I ain't scared of it See some niggas call drug busts, non-plussed Swear to God, only momma had it sewed up So fuck the company cos ya best ta keep on walkin Songtextewhile you can, 'fore my Doggs start barkin, man Hangin out late night, off the shee-ba All's we heard is they got what they de-served See up in trojans, spit the game a little more than that Then I be fuckin off the game before the next nigga Never test what you can't keep Cos if I need it, I'ma get it, if I want it, I'ma take it I'm undisputed, undefeated, might've even cheated I'm highly weeded, so much you get'cha ass heated I know it might sound like a nigga sayin somethin But me and my niggas ain't give nothin, yeah For one magical wavin his Tek I can make the whole motherfucker party and jet Young stretch him in the house, waitin for you to trip So I can pop in this clip and make your bitch ass strip Glock parties, block parties, niggas best on burning Cos once we get up on it, catch you in a Kodak moment Nigga (we turn niggas butts to ash), straight up (No masses, it clips to last) Eastside Wotts niggas ain't wit all that dissin and shit Hit em with the slang, knock his brain from his frame, baby [Chorus] Niggas, buck their domes so they wanna act wild The def town makin home course from X-Files Schitzophreniac, you think you're maniac But ol' laniacs, y'all just some fraidy cats for sayin that, come to the 'Wood, get that ass light Come play hockey wit these Kings and get that ass iced Competition was down core, ra-cum-ba-ba Who been the lesser learned to arrived, bum-pa This will was meant to role, never heard of control Even my bitch will snatch your soul out'cha *?fuck pool?* [?????] fast niggas, straight cupcakes Before they hit me up, they wave till they be my face These niggas got me smokin, these wiggas got me hot Talkin bout who they shot and how they carry Glocks Like I said, some know me from that bang in the West Enemies know me from pullin straps, bustin caps in they necks I'm from Inglewood, where your life's considered a joke Nigga, the bottom's off Crenshaw and 104th Now it's time to separate these prankster gangstas Young Gz and Wallabies, Young Soldierz to breeze [Chorus x2] Niggas runnin mouth like it's the thang to do They saw how we put it down, now they bangin too They wanna do what the gangstas do, check that and imitate while the Soldierz' true Break out of this, reality is the city I dwell Kill em [?????] a pump iron, make him relate to his hell, nigga, uhh I feel like in order to kick, gangsta shit, niggas need a licence, nigga what? I feel like in order to kick, gangsta shit, niggas need a licence All of a sudden, now you're hard, nigga Like the day you were born, you're still a bitch nigga And I know that it's not, but I makes it my job without the green, I bets to bring the ????? to your squad I hope you understand that we take, niggas for jokes And how we do mark-ass niggas? Slap your ass in the throat Tag teamin, toe-taggin niggas, ol' baggin niggas Doin a batch of niggas wit machines that double teams Jumpin niggas like pogos Droppin niggas quick like asses on low-low's No more room for the niggas who ain't troopers The West and Eastside are the original beatsiders, provide us a motherfuckin mic and a hoe And we can crack em both for show, fuck toe for toe Foe for foe, young nigga don't make me Sure your Glocks ain't got no safety Makin principalities about my casualties 'Rip or Blood nigga, it really don't matter me Jose, you might just lose your life Put down them drawers, hang a bitch by his balls Y-Gz [Chorus: to fade] Aus Songtexte Mania