Dubsteep from the Westside Connect Gang
Dubsteep from the Westside Connect Gang
Dubsteep from the Westside Connect Gang
Yeah
Sup with these niggas in the club
Looking at niggas crazy and *
Motherfuckers is faggots
Step back
It's the ultimate nigga with the hot *
The last standing man smack you with my backhand
A veteran of a game
She claim to be in, let me begin
Express and explain the dilemma
See that them are us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride,
niggas that'll kill for the side
Down to get down with the three-oh to
four-pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig,
* it
It's a national pastime,
it's blast time Clubs out,
niggas break ill Pop trunks,
get the guns out
Set the * off with the full clips Niggas looking hard in the club
Now what's up bitch,
what's up bitch Pull your weapon if you got it
I'd have shot it,
bust you meddling with my rocket You try to dodge it,
caught you all in the armpit
Easy target, dug you out in the lot, kid
See that them are us,
niggas that bust Niggas that ride,
niggas that'll die for the side Down to get down with
the three-oh to four-pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig,
* it
Two little bitch ass niggas think they got a lot And I'm a dead,
these wannabe hats with the second shots,
man They smile up in your grill and wanna give
you a pound Sticking to your crew like glue,
I'm David Town Man listen,
kill that bull with them fake ass handshakes You can slide
by me with the rest of the damn snakes Flaking like bacon
while I'm taking my life serious You choking and bleeding,
your whole agenda's mysterious Claiming that you
got juice with an ultimate ploy But when the
proper test you already received No time to love,
you think you got game?
Well that fame will dig your brain,
* your name Stuck in the rock with yourself to blame
I represent cash to bring it to your life My crew is civilized,
despising niggas living lies
No alibis, see the weakness in your eyes, done?
You wanna run,
put your skin into the gun for fun
You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop My team
come and touch the sump to make your crew drop
My nigga ice twice as nice,
LCD free * with platinum mics,
watch
See that them are us,
niggas that bust Niggas that ride,
niggas that'll die for the side
Down to get down with the three-oh to
four-pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig,
* it
See that them are us,
niggas that bust Niggas that ride,
niggas that'll die for the side
Down to get down with the three-oh to
four-pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig,
* it
You wanna get live?
Start swatting with the ball heads
Calling the family,
don't fear nothing but the fans
Ask the blue and red,
who be dead when the sunrise comes six in the morning?
I'm acting like a wise guy,
no John Gotti,
but I'm * up the body
Every time rhyme poetic, don't get a body
You wanna step the team, go through JEL first
But never will you see a homicide show rehearse You
can check them ten times like they do in a pencil No
more solitary cause we mashing in a Benzo Mexican hitters
talking * cause we bitter Seven deadly sinners,
problematic rhyme spitter You a gritter,
but not my Bob Steady If I run out of slugs,
look out for machete For me to hear Holmes is clear,
you'll be bleeding Not me,
motherfucker,
lifestyle zombie thieving
Ice-T, nigga El Sadik, nigga
JEL, rhyme poetic mafia,
nigga
You niggas really don't wanna get down
Talk a lot of *, but you don't wanna get down
Bitch ass niggas
Hit a nigga dead in his wig, * it