Gats & Rivals (feat. Shadow & Lil Los)

Hey Sosa, let's get this straight now. I never f*cked anybody over in my life didn't have it coming to them. You got that? All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don't break them for no one. Do you understand? Blackbird is gone and sometimes I wanna die Just so I can kick it with my homie, tell me why I can be suicidal though I got my moms to think about I keep in focused mind for my homies I'm lookin' out Keep the chopper in the cuts and a pistol in my nuts If confronted never stutter this is west twompsta! Hit it up and put it down although I love I hate my town I love my homies but I hate these phonies turning sh*t around Switching up and talkin' to pigs makin' this sh*t go strange And now you targeted outsiders while us riders doin' things How's it feel to be left in the dust dig your grave shady foes You never heard that norte sidin' on the radio I'm locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead I'm still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' dread Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head? I'm packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red I ain't known for shootin' craps but I'm known for shootin' scraps With an everlastin' passion blastin' puttin 'em on their backs Forever ridin' with the northerners on these southside foreigners Leavin' 'em dead soaked in red got a pick up for the coroner I admit a dirty life I lead jampacked with dirty deeds Only things I truly care about is family and homies Makin' g's sounds appealin' but that money comes and goes So I stick close to my homies and quick to talk sh*t to these hoes When my thoughts are in a flicker I wash my brains out with malt liquor Olde e bless me with the strength and vigor to keep me in the picture Cause these rivals tryin' to box me up and 5-0's tryin' to lock me up Tryin' to get me stuck in a cell washed up like Snoop whether or not that block we bucked Gotta be on my p's and q's never give pigs a reason to Rush up in the house wit a warrant, think deep don't believe the news That's the way I'm livin' daily struggle to keep my freedom For the funk got a pet named clip hollow tips I feed 'em enemies come meet 'em I'm locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead I'm still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' dread Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head? I'm packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red We tried to tell you motherf*ckers back in '94 We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war We get the loaded clips and dump 'em in the sewersiders That's the way it is living the life of gats and rivals We tried to tell you mother f*ckers back in '94 We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war We get the loaded clips and dump 'em in the sewersiders That's how it is living the life of gats and rivals I'm locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead I'm still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' dread Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head? I'm packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red We tried to tell you mother f*ckers back in '94 We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war We get the loaded clips and dump em in the sewersiders That's the way it is living the life of gats and rivals