As I approach the scene From smokin' green got my eyes closed n***as so cold on my foes, I make 'em die froze Watch me make 'em bleed, makin' G's, Lord, help me with it Got me paintin' pictures of a meal ticket, help me get it See me and pray for options, but the pressures nonstop n***as get the pistol poppin' and watch his body drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set, flash on Blast on them b***h-made n***as with my mask on Do it for profit, plus I'm lookin' for punks to bust on If you ain't screamin' "Westside!" you can get the f**k on I'm seein' demons, hittin' weed, got me hearin' screams Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope fiend Probably be punished for it, a flow you can't ignore it I live the life of a thug n***a, and die for it n***as pass the clip and watch me bring 'em to the floor Got some s**t that they ain't ready for(what you got?) got the secrets of war
I always thought this track was dope for how many crews he shouts out. East coast crews, west coast crews and everyone in between. And then what, 2-3 years later, coasts had beef.
Peace to Redman, Treach, Vin Rock, Kay Gee the great one (hey y'all, hey y'all) Mary J. Blige, Pete Rock and Troy, the late son (hey y'all, hey y'all) Heavy D, CL Smooth, and Queen Latifah (hey y'all, hey y'all) Too Short, Tony Toni Tone, LayLaw beat cuts (hey y'all, hey y'all) Ed, the special motherf**ker and the Lover (hey y'all, hey y'all) The Tribe, A Tribe Called Quest, and Jungle Brothers (hey y'all, hey y'all) Das EFX, EPMD, and Ice Cube (hey y'all, hey y'all) House of Pain, funky blunted a** white dudes (hey y'all, hey y'all) Cypress Hill, yeah, the ill n***as (hey y'all, hey y'all) Digital Underground, my real n***as (my real n***as) Raw Fusion, Organized Konfusion (hey y'all, hey y'all) Wicked and the Mouse Man, Spice 1 and Pooh Man (hey y'all, hey y'all) TLC, Eric B., Rakim, then Scarface (hey y'all, hey y'all) Stretch, Maj, K-Low, pumpin' the Squad's bass (hey y'all, hey y'all) Thorough Heads, Poonannynans, The Click (hey y'all, hey y'all) E-40, The Governor, and Richie Rich (hey y'all, hey y'all) Young Guns in the house pumpin' the flava (hey y'all, hey y'all) Thugadon DJ Dize ruff neck behavior (hey y'all, hey y'all) Off the head, my freestyle flow (hey y'all, hey y'all) Just a couple of motherf**kers that I know (uh) I'm strictly representin'
What do you get from boosting? n***as coming out from California, and represent them n***as in Houston And now 2Pac'll keep this s**t popping And all my n***as across the Bay, know L.A., keep this s**t hot I keep a Glock inside my pants, don't give suckas a chance Put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards Until the day I die, you catch a n***a high off weed, the police can't find me My s**t is dropping and I'll sell five million While all the n***as enter the game, they caught up in this drug dealing Now how can I fall? how can I ball? How can I catch my enemies and murder 'em all? My words of flame, burn n***as inside their brain n***as can't hang with me, and nuttin's changes, uh Scarface got me on this s**t We lace heat, mothaf**kas in they body and face, uh Growing quicker, liquor, made me your daddy, your n***a n***as don't wanna see me worldwide, mob figure M.O.B., Hennessy keep me g'd and ki'd n***as, don’t wanna see me, when I got weed in my system Catch another victim, catchin' bodies Bring a shotty to the f**king party, yeah I party all night I do this s**t 'cause it's wrong but we born right And to these n***as in my zone, we do it long ways 'Til these b***hes understand n***a my song pays; 'cause I'm the man Now these is my homeboys, we outlaws 'til the day we die Keep this s**t, rough and raw My 45, make sho', that I survived, to another day Just bust rhymes, and brothers get paid Now that's the end of my freestyle, but it was left for dead Buy my s**t and you can hear it plain, West Side, n***as!
Verse 4: 2Pac] Hey watch out man, look out Known for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me And nah, it ain’t the drugs, it’s the straight thug n***a in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery is automatic, lettin' n***as have it I've been labelled as a thug n***a Since they don't sell my s**t to white folks Ship it to the drug dealers And catch a—catch a n***a world wide A f**kin' mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob n***as money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin' on my enemies, murder my foes At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action Now get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide mob figga
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