Fuck It
El Sadiq/Ice-T/Powerlord JEL
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W.C. from the Westside Connect gang
W.C. from the Westside Connect gang
W.C. from the Westside Connect gang
Step back, it's the ultimate nigga with the hot shit
The last standin' man, smack you with my backhand
The veteran of games you claim to be in
Let me begin, express and explain the dilemma
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for the side
Down to get down with the 3-0 to 4-pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig, fuck it
It's national past time, it's blast time, clubs out
Niggas break ill, pop trunks, get the guns out
Set the shit off with the full clips
Niggas lookin' hard in the club
Now what's up bitch, what's up bitch?
Pull your weapon if you got it, I done shot it
Bust your melon with my rocket, you tried to dodge it
Caught you all in the armpit, easy target
Thugged you out in the lot, kid
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll die for the side
Down to get down with the 3-0 to 4-pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig, fuck it
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll die for the side
Down to get down with the 3-0 to 4-pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig, fuck it
Too many bitch-ass niggas think they got a lot
And I'ma dead these wannabe heads with consecutive shots, man
And smile up in your grill and wanna give you a pound
Stick it to your crew like glue, like they been down
Man, listen, kill that bull with them fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like bacon while I'm takin' my life serious
You jokin' and playin', yo, hold the chin, it's mysterious
Claimin' that you got juice, with an ultimate plug
But when a brother test your word, you receive no types of love
You think you got game? Well, that fame'll take your brain
Fuck your name, stuck in the rough with a self to blame
I represent cats that bring it to you live
My crew is civilized, despise the niggas livin' lies
No alibis, I see the weakness in your eyes, dun
You on the run, plus you scared to shoot a gun for fun
You bust a couple of slugs off the rooftop
My team come and test you, somethin' to make your crew drop
My nigga Ice is twice as nice
El-Sadik, freak shit with platinum mics, what?
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll die for the side
Down to get down with the 3-0 to 4-pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig, fuck it
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll die for the side
Down to get down with the 3-0 to 4-pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig, fuck it
You wanna get live, start squabbin' with the Bald Heads
Callin' up family, don't fear nothin' but the Feds
That's the blue and red, who be dead when the sun rise
Come six in the mornin', I'm mashin' like a wise guy
No John Gotti, but I'm fuckin' up the body
Every time Rhyme Poetic Thug get a party
You wanna step to T, go through J.E.L. first
But never will you see a homicide so rehearsed
Check 'em ten times like they do in a pencil
No more solitary 'cause we mashin' in a Benzo
Mexican hitters talkin' shit 'cause we bit 'em
7 Deadly sinner, problematic rhyme spitter
You a quitter, but I'ma pop steady
If I runs out of slugs, look out for machete
From ear to ear, holmes, it's clear, you'll be bleedin'
Not me, motherfucker, like Styles, I be thievin'
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll die for the side
Down to get down with the 3-0 to 4-pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig, fuck it
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas that ride, niggas that'll die for the side
Down to get down with the 3-0 to 4-pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig, fuck it
Yeah, Ice-T, nigga
El-Sadik, nigga
J.E.L., Rhyme Poetic Mafia, nigga
You niggas really don't wanna get down
Talk a lot of shit, but you don't wanna get down
Bitch-ass niggas
Hit a nigga dead in his wig, fuck it
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