Since Pac and Dre
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How the fuck you gon' eat in these streets without the gang?
We arrive at the side of your brains like migraine
Keep millas in our hand, put the drill in man
.44 Snub like Sandman, kill a man
I ain't never dance, so fuck a band, I hit man
Lock me in a trunk, bet it dump the shit blam
They don't wanna see me or bring it to me, I'm quicksand
Hit 'em with them rounds, thirty pounds in the clip man
Me and my niggas'll bring in the pain and then dip man
Leave him in ICU dyin' with tubes in his dick man
Thinkin' I'm playin' these games, spray and he flip man
Stand right on top of him, pop out his brains, I'm sick man
We comin' straight from the Southside
Where every nigga outside's armed and dangerous
So don't fuck around with the West Coast
Mafia gang 'cause we known to aim and bust
Fuck you niggas bustin' gunshots?
And while you bitch-ass niggas is runnin', you hear the guns pop
I don't bang with you bitch-ass niggas
And fairly seldom would I hang with you bitch-ass niggas
Or hit a corner and blow brains with you bitch-ass niggas
I'm like, it ain't nothin' to me
I was born in the seventies and raised in the eighties
I'm a hood baby, I hit the block when the sherm was out
Yeah, the weed and the bird was out
The big dick and the hoes was out
Glock 9's and the Tecs start hittin' the streets
Yeah, niggas put away, yeah, that old heat
I got the Uzi with a cold clip
Lil' daddy got a cold grip
Yeah, nigga, it's the West Coast Mafia
Told you bitch-ass niggas this shit was real
But you didn't believe it
Now you gotta see it for yourself in your face
Who bring it to you real every time out?
The nigga that did a dime flat
Don't act like I won't blow your mind out
I got pride for being street, every time it's the same M.O
One gunshot wound to the face just so they know it was me
I learned early, look a man in his eyes before you kill him
Or at least let him say his last and then drill him
Pops was a rolling stone, block niggas put me on
The Gardens done created a monster, stay out my zone
You can't roam where I'm at, nigga, heat is a must
Get out of line and expect heaters to bust, who do I trust?
Nobody but the Mafia, these niggas is major
Hit the deck when you see red beam lasers, bitch nigga
We comin' straight from the Southside
Where every nigga outside's armed and dangerous
So don't fuck around with the West Coast
Mafia gang 'cause we known to aim and bust
Ayy, homie, you don't want me grab this chrome MAC-10
You pokin' your chest out, get it blown back in
No time for kid shit, we some grown-ass men
But we'll lay you down to sleep, tuck your grown ass in
They sayin' we the hardest, quick to face murder charges
'Cause they know we keep guns that pop shells hot as August
Fuck being an artist, I'm a gangsta that rap
Who want niggas to try me? I'm anxious to clap
Get bucks like Warren Sapp, after money and the power
With a spot like Tha Carter, juugin' ten G's an hour
We pressin' on these cowards, my clique stay smashin'
If we tell you run it, give it up in an orderly fashion
The barrel stay flashin', sort of like the Kodak
'Cause we really put in work, don't
Try to act like you ain't know that
We comin' straight from the Southside
Where every nigga outside's armed and dangerous
So don't fuck around with the West Coast
Mafia gang 'cause we known to aim and bust