1989 Westside Gunn & DJ Drama (Ft. Stove God Cooks)

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[Intro: DJ Drama]
Every other city we go
Every other ghetto
No matter where I go
I see the same foes

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, we can meet at Carbone, meet me at the Aria
Hundred round Glock on me (Gangsta), look wrong, I'm poppin' you (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Three piece Salvatore, lookin' like the Mafia
Wrist cost twenty bricks, neck like a hockey puck
Hopped out the Maybach (Skrrt), then did a walk-up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Every bad bitch in my city, I done fucked 'em (Ah)
I'm the flyest you done ever seen, nigga, fuck you
Body bag on top of body bag, nigga, Russia (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Hustler in my veins, learnеd the game from Uncle Bacon (Ah)
Cеntral Park legend, cheffin' in Versace aprons (Whip)
Rest in peace Dip, lil' bitch, I'm the shit (Ah)
Rest in peace Munch, havin' gecko for lunch (Grr)
Rest in peace Pete, park the Benz in the street (Skrrt)
Rest in peace Boo, got shooters on the roof (Grr)
Rest in peace Joe, richest nigga in the low (Ah)
Bricks got hit, then stamped on it off the boat (Mmm)
I heard them niggas tellin', my niggas present
Hit his ass with a buckshot (Boom, boom, boom), that nigga yellin'
Smilin' on my mugshot (Mmm), two-time felon
Bullets went clean through (Boom, boom, boom), now we stretchin'