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Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K - Westside Connection
In about four seconds a gangsta will begin to speak
Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
There's ten million ways to die
Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin
Off this gang-bang music
So all I'd wanna got the room stumped
I'm smokin make dough like Trump
Cookin pass to they chunk punk
Straight off dust ni**a trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us
It's off the hook ni**a I'm a Westside crook ni**a
The forty motherf**kin dollars on my books ni**a
I'm not an MC I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to f**kin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips no one tri-ips
Colours and dips b**ches and chips ni**a
Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo
What's this my cook low-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
Ni**a be dissin on a down low
So now my motto's: "F**k every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School Old School I hate you motherf**kers
I'm steady plottin cracklin my a** wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days ni**a then run the f**kin holidays
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
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Ni**a To South Central L A
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
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Ni**a To South Central L A
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
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'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
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Goddamn ni**a This sh*t make me sick
All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat (Brrgh )
Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades
And Cango's backwards with dark-a** shades
No switchblades ni**a we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the action punk hootchie b**ches clown
Ni**a get your sag on and keep your pants legs down
Check it Ho shut your mouth and get naked
I'm Connected and ain't no b**ches singin on this record
No R&B tracks just niggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every ni**a in the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good you ain't from my hood
Ni**a I don't even like your sh*t I don't like your form
I'm true your through ni**a F**K you
Ni**a get off this sh*t is wacked
F**k that I bust you in the can with a motherf**kin propajack
Spit on ya sh*t on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin up and your f**kin cos I ain't lovin none of ya
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
Bored from a lover dishin nothin but foolers and dirty rubbers
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
Inglewoooood
Ni**a To South Central L A
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
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Ni**a To South Central L A
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
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Ni**a To South Central L A
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
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Brrrgh
In about four seconds a killa will begin to speak
Now you can cross out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood b**ches
From the niggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god b**ch real it ain't one dog and no
So watch what you say who ya talkin bout ya tweakin
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya b**ch a** is speakin
I'm sick wit it cappin'cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection Cypress know they can't f**k with it
Use to get kisses and hugs now I'm servin ya slugs
F**k B-Real and Muggs y'all niggas ain't no f**kin thugs
Be all surprised everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya f**kin maggots ya f**kin faggots
I shoulda hurt you every motherf**ker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherf**kin day
I once knew this b**ch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta sh*t
Behind closed doors runnin his mouth like a trick-in
Till this ni**a bout the name of Dove caught him slippin
Tied his a** up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his a** out
I borrowed lead him then down his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his a**
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
Inglewoooood
Ni**a To South Central L A
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
Inglewoooood
Ni**a To South Central L A
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
Inglewoooood
Ni**a To South Central L A
'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K
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Ni**a To South Central L A
Don't go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to
Punk a** motherf**kers
Brrrrgh
