"Westside" lyrics - PSC

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"Westside"

[Intro:]
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover
Beat these shots make sure that ass don't recover

[Chorus: MacBoney]
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)
These niggas all bark (all bark), no bite (no bite)
Try some real niggas (real niggas), try the Westside (the Westside)
There's nowhere to run (nowhere to run), nowhere to hide (nowhere to hide)
Every week they go, they screamin' Westside (Westside)

[Verse 1: MacBoney]
I'm from Atlanta big scandalous, blowin' out ya candlestick
Make you wish, Ima take you deeper than a school of fish
[?] a brick, cook the brick, I'm the one who took the brick, silly nigga, I'm the one that put you on this gangsta shit
The master of this trap shit, fifty keys in the crib hundred G's on a flat bitch
Fuck around with the right clique, we'll put ya down wit a lick for some white shit
Move on the nightshift, move when I say hold the tool with a tight grip
Nigga say he ain't like Tip, so I shot him in the foot that let him know we run a tight shift
We might flag but we don't flip, keep the money comin' in with a nice split
I got a lowkey crew with a nice shit, when come I let the pitbull house sit
What you say pussy nigga yeen bout shit
We can take it outside yeah my mouth slick
Fuck around get in boy ya know killed
Tryna flex out here on that hoe shit
Call [?] get ya front and backdoor kicked
Call Dro he'll bust a nigga ass quick
Put-a-put-a-puta pew my gun spit
Stop poppin' lil' nigga you don't run shit
Hoe this we can take it to the club nigga, take it to the streets nigga, take it to the fists nigga, take it to the heat

[Verse 2: AK]
Pull up lemme straight somethin', all these niggas fakin' frontin'
Claimin' this and westside, I ain't ever seen ya homie
Try it got that eagle on me, see it in ya eyes ya phony
Froze when ya see me comin', in that Hummer, Me and Boney
Still in these trenches servin' late night wit my cousin
Pounds comin' by the dozen, straight drop these smokers love it
Damn I'm so into her, on the south we really thuggin'
On the south we really buckin', on the south we really bustin'

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I'm talkin' Bankhead, Simpson Road, make bread flippin' O's
Chevy sittin' on 24's, try me and this pistol goes
We ain't scared, ain't dead, we still pimpin' hoes
Shhh keep it on the low, murder cases don't mention those
Just know that my combustion spontaneous nigga no conversation I don't deal with miscellaneous niggas
How many times must I explain to you niggas, I bring the pain to you niggas
P down for pistol play I ain't a beginner

[Verse 4: Big Kuntry King]
I'ma westside nigga get it in now they call, why you hustle out there? 'cause these J's have jobs
I know everything bout the blow, boy don't make me start
Made a million dollar trap movin' million dollar hard
You can catch me in Center Hill, Simpson Road, Bowen Homes or Bankhead Court
Hangin' with some young niggas, strapped, zooted, ready to go
For them Chips Ahoy nigga put one through ya fucking hole
Ya momma too, this the westside nigga you ain't know?
Get down or lay down, westside motto, AKs and grenades, strapped with some calicoes
Jumpin' out the four do' stretched out Benzo
Gangstas still run the city, like them damn diablos
Them niggas in the club yeah they spend a lot of money, but they brown and they soft, ain't good here honey
Them traps'll lockdown like Danny Boy was out, Mr. Mr. Westside now you know what I'm bout

25 To Life (2005)