Living N' Tha Streets

Gyeah Gyeah Gyeah

Its goin out to all them G`s

To all them thug niggas still in the pen

All my homiez in YA and shit

Still in the struggle

For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest

What all you motherfuckers gon do

Check me out

[ VERSE 1 ]

What you motherfuckers gon throw up

What you motherfuckers gon do

Get your ass sow up

When I blast the 22

Player times is ill

Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill

Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me

I guarantee them motherfucker ain`t as good as me

I'm takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with

Got a brand new Gat from my homiez so I can kill with

17 shots makin 17 niggas drop

Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot

To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways

It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face

They got a taste of my heater

Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater

The only way that a nigga coulde be tha

Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter

[ CHORUS ]

I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up

Gyeah

I said bangin in the CPT

[ VERSE 2 ]

I sit back and reminisce about the days of old

As I crack the OGO watchin my platinum vote

First rule I always had to roll with heat

Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets

Which block you set trippin happy

Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef

No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow

So ya'll see the hollow its the cold I follow

I really miss my G that got shot last year

So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer

Now look at how the enemies made me I'm crazy

Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can't face me

I blaze up the blunt start to talk up Gyeah

All the points for the hood I don't chalked a Gyeah

Cause I ain't got nothin to loose

I'm yellin WEST you bitch as I serve you fools

Come on

[ CHORUS ]

I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up

Uhh

I said bangin in the CPT

Gyeah

Uhh

I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up

Uhh

I said bangin in the CPT

Come on check me out

[ VERSE 3 ]

I said life ain't nuttin but bitches and money

Blast get the cash live my life like yummy

Time to flies when I ride it seems funny

Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy

Who got shot on your block the spots hot

Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac

No happy days just criminal ways

And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays

Who lays deep in the cut I'm givin a fuck

Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut

Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates

And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take

They cock the half of my nigga L from Gray

Chronic got me beepin my chest like them AGE

Brave ain't the case they gave me was 187

For sendin niggas to hell and heaven

[ CHORUS ]

I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up

I said bangin in the CPT

Gyeah

Come on

I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up

Bangin in the I-N-G

Gyeah

Come on

I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up

Bangin in the S.C.

Gyeah

I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up

Bangin in the LBC

Gyeah

Come on

Ohhh

Hoo bangin in the house

Come on Gyeah

Hoo bangin in the house

Come on Gyeah

Its goin out to all my G's

Its goin out to all my G's locked down in the pen

Still on the struggle

Now the fuck we do it

Gyeah

WESTSIDE fo life

CPT till I die

Hoo bangin to the fullest

Gyeah