Yoc Influenced (feat. Lil Los)

I sling my nuts over my shoulder Discharge like a solider enemies fall to the back from the impact of a tre five sev (357) revolver W double O-D-I-E it's me I be that one and only Soldier from the Yoc producer To breakin' off freebies to the homies But still hated In many different ways I've seen shady days Homies switchin' up Who I never thought were bitch enough Got me amazed I blame it on the crack bag The gobble got the town snappin' So called homies backstabbin' each other Damn what happened It got me laughin' I ain't trippin' Norte sidin' Sky Lark dippin' High performance lyin' Dormanson's I tap that gas we dippin' '69 if you find That white Lark with cherry wine tide Sidin' through the Yoc It's a norte±o type of the line style x2 I'm riskin' 25 to life with the ride You ask me why I do this And I respond with a mind half gone For the fact I'm Yoc influenced I'm riskin' 25 to life with the ride You ask why I pursue this And I respond with a mind half gone For the fact I'm Yoc influenced My homie Snoop gotta be deceased And come back 5 times before he's released At age 18 Swipped off the streets And set up by these punk police Convicted of 5 counts of murder All premeditated Plus some gang enhancements Damn this shit can't be understated And unlike you phony homies Status Snoop ain't never ratted Steady he stay ya'll like a soldier Pushin' steel an gettin' tatted (tatoo'ed) Added stripes for my homie May the Lord see his loyalty And overlook his sins When he dies And let him live in royalty That Y-O-C, L-I-F-E Got my gang livin' violently For homies stabbin' to stride with me Got me amongst a dying breed If it was up to the Yoc, beats We'd all sit locked up in a prison cage And tear drops from my eye Every time my homie's on the front page The media's bringin' plenty of feedback Makin' us look like mobsters Label it as West 20th street Fuck it Yeah we West Twompsters We the ones that skip the talk and to get to cockin' hammers If they mess with the clip of hollow tips Cuz you punks don't have no manners Watch your standards Think of the rankings earned By how much gold you floss Better count that as a loss When I creep in Dirty cactus split yo knot x2.5 Yoc influenced I'd never know I'd grow up to do this Pursue this life of struggle and strife And hunt when I sooth this pain in my brain When I sprinkle hot grain Remain, tame my pistol smoke Toke yo folks in vain insane, no It's killa Cali mentality East Co. Co. 5-1-0 The place ya never heard of Yes suburbia with murderers though And they be servin' the most of Methamphetamines On triple beams Fulfilling dope fiend dreams And this Antioch scene gots me trippin' It got me slappin' clips in I'm plottin' out some victims And wishin' and hopin' While I'm scopein' with my semi-auto Hollow tips rip shit With visions of some sick shit But in meanwhile no smiles Cuz these hater's shady styles Got me loadin' magazines For apposing tears I got for miles And these rat infested trials Set it up to leave Snoop, fucked But it ain't over Smokin' dosia Plottin' on his come up x3