My homeboys might squabble, but we don't fall down Yeah, my homeboys might squabble, but we don't fall down Yeah, my homeboys might squabble, but we don't fall down Westside, Westside, one, two, three Cross this nigga here now, Bicky, tell me, who do you fear? Ain't a livin' soul grievin', shall pump no fear here My last four flashed and I mashed his ass, *** *** with me, bet I blast your ass So many follow, but they reach me, caught in a maze Catch a man my style, tryna walk this way Impossible, my posse droppin', you'll be deaf for a while Don't need to beg, motherfucker, ain't no mercy in sight Feelin' blessed, the richer I get, the more I stress Smoke a lot, watch the tower fly, waitin' for death Dear God, I've been feelin' like I'm close to Jesus Have it your way, where my pistols close, smokin' trees Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me Watch the niggas catch straight, shake, choke, and bleed Me, a mercenary for the street, check my pedigree *** the motherfuckers, it's a thug in me Them niggas chuck a lot of bad bullshit, they get the squeal Bitch made, catch a pimp Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clamp? My foes might squabble, but we don't fall down Screamin' bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Niggas hide like hoes, we gon' get your damn Catch a pimp, outlaw niggas, are you ready to clamp? My foes might squabble, but we don't fall down Screamin' bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Niggas hide like hoes, we gon' get your damn Catch a pimp Napoleon Picture me sippin' on 151 Drunk, then a motherfucker droppin' my gun Or high as a kite, hittin' hoes for fun But that ain't me, dawg, my mind's now clear And that ain't fair, dawg, your heart pump fair In this state of hush, bitch, you better hide Nigga, the show just near And you know just as well as I do You ain't no killer, so kill that You wouldn't kill if you had to We might wobble, but we don't fall down We take the gospel from Machiavelli, pass it around A schnit, we gon' taste the power We started a thug trend, the game is ours Now we coast together, put our thopes together One question, will we die together? Cause the hour is soon to come Gaddafi trained soldier, I'll show you how to use your gun Bring it Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clamp? My foes might squabble, but we don't fall down Screamin' bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Niggas hide like hoes, we gon' get your damn Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clamp? My foes might squabble, but we don't fall down Screamin' bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Niggas hide like hoes, we gon' get your damn Catcha feelings Feelings Catcha feelings We yellin' M-A-D-E and our double G-As Motherfuckers that we here to stay From curbsurfing to workin' the industry You're kiddin' me It's really nothin' to me and my king to see We in the big bang, see the dick made If you hatin', we gon' ride till the wheels fall off Pay attention, screamin' Bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Ride or die, niggas, and we huntin' for damn Representin' all the real niggas stuck in the trap Bankin' out with the Pope, I'm tryin' to get to some more Street life, young strugglers, racin' the clock Ain't no tellin' when it all could end, rollin' the rock Ain't no will to finish, this is the man's world, youngin' Better get you some business and learn a little somethin' And stop runnin' your mouth, you on a verge of swimmin' Bitch may catcha feelings, nigga Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clamp? Fools might squabble, but we don't fall down Screamin' Bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Niggas hide like hoes, we gon' get your damn Catcha feelings Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clamp? Fools might squabble, but we don't fall down Screamin' Bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Niggas hide like hoes, we gon' get your damn Catcha feelings Everybody's a gangster, but don't put in work Instead of puttin' on armor, niggas put on skirts These drugs ain't helpin', it only makin' it worse And the streets ain't got nothin' for me but herbs I can't trust the church or the mosque I can only trust God and tell you the truth I gotta ride, I only roll with the real Cause rollin' with the fake got my loved ones killed Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clamp? Fools might squabble, but we don't fall down Screamin' Bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Niggas hide like hoes, we gon' get your damn Catcha feelings Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clamp? Fools might squabble, but we don't fall down Screamin' Bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Niggas hide like hoes, we gon' get your damn Catcha feelings Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clamp? Fools might squabble, but we don't fall down Screamin' Bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Niggas hide like hoes, we gon' get your damn Catcha feelings Outlaw niggas, are you ready to clamp? Fools might squabble, but we don't fall down Screamin' Bye-bye, bitches, we touchable sand Niggas hide like hoes, we gon' get your damn Catcha feelings Outlaw niggas Outlaw niggas Outlaw niggas Outlaw niggas