Westside (feat. D.West)

Yea Westside Long Live The 6 Yo Yea The resume start to speak for it self don't it I can't imagine being the niggas that slept on it They threw dirt on my name but they gon put some respect on it Now when the phone ring it got label execs on it You know this shit go when the chips low All you got is ya pistol Soon as the money come Niggas love you & they miss you Niggas be so forgetful But my memory good I'm from philly nigga A block away my enemy hood This shit ain't happen overnight I had to bleed for it Nigga reach for it Cousin a cause a scene for it Try ya luck None of that sucka gon shit fly w us At the table w all the higher ups Thinking how to divide it up So play w something safe dog Like napalm Niggas be dmx, go to court & turn into Nate dog Started off w a 8 ball Graduated to weight loss Soon as you bouta take off, niggas do you like Yea The Streets sick, one mistake it'll get you killed Nigga Kensington look like it's a movie from Jordan peel For real Thats where my little cousin go to school I be tryna give my advice but that nigga living by different rules He dropping out They killed his best friend So now he hopping out They caught it all on camera too His homie down there copping out Im looking at his mom like Should have spent more time like But if you ask me ya son a G Least he was riding right Yea At least that he was riding right Cause back when we was riding bikes The dealers gave us mics They wasnt supplying pipes I been up 1000 days 1000 nights You be on the gram craving 1000 likes Fronting, living a PHA housing life Im Back on the 9 With some raps in my plams I aint have a strap But I damn sure was strap when its time Plus i got some plat in my palms I stopped asking my mom Ima get this shit regardless And cap like its Za Call me raptimus prime Better yet I'm Mac in his prime Youngin dropped out now his wish he could go back on his prom Get a stain on my palms I'll smack you with the back of my palms Muslim but my grandma read me a chapter from psalms I knew the money was coming I was scratching my palms It's a think line like when you scratch the crack of ya palms Once you get what I'm spitting I'll be chilling back on the palms Said she hate me a hour later my gat getting This that Wayne flicking a Bic shit I give a bitch dick If it ain't that she don't get shit I ain't no trick trick but I'll probably go on a quick trip To show you how it feel when you fuck with a nigga this lit This one for the 9 Know that that them niggas backing me This shit in my veins I know my anatomy Whenever you rap it's time for a nap for me You say you be sliding well it's the cap for me The niggas you idol really no match to me