[Intro]
So, if I was you, I would make sure it's no way possible
DJ Westside Ty the greatest DJ in the world
To grab your beat
'Cause if he hand it to me, it's not yours no more
[Verse]
They be like stupid, where you been at? We ain't seen you in weeks
Yeah, I been tryna' catch a body off of John and em' streets
They went and killed my lil' homie so I'm back on the east
Catch him on Anaheim and stash his mind in back of the seat
They call me stupid 'cause I shoot it, I don't think I don't blink
I been wit' it since Xzibit used to P-I-M-P
You ain't down to keep it silent, you ain't down to catch a body
Boy, I hopped up off the porch, banging norf Illuminati
When I hop up out the four-door, don't you touch my body
This is undercover, brother, I am not in no Givenchy
Know you know it but I gotta say it, baby, I'm from Poppy
If you hold it then you gotta spray it, baby don't be sloppy
If I catch you with your folks, hoe, we killin' everybody
Kill your pappy, kill your mommy, kill your second-cousin Connie
And my crime be stomp and fade, Boosie in the trunk with 'Face
But if they interroga-ting, I don't know nobody
I ain't with the business, this is just an image
I ain't hurt nobody, I don't know who did it
Busters sending JPays, harboring the snitches
Enemies stalking me harder than the citches
Ended up a martyr on what started as a mission
Shot him where he used to hold his daughter in his pictures
Now his momma talkin' bout "Somebody know who did it"
"My baby ain't deserve it," she crying at the service
In the streets since triple C's and stealing jeans from Mervyn's
Trigger squeezers, split the scene, I iced them with the Gervin
Finger roll, we seen them toll, he said it ain't on purpose
Now we up in medical, they askin' why he said it cold
Better know I never change, runnin' with these Yanks
Poppy block, down the 65th, down the 68th
Want a shot, you will never get, but we came to play
And free killa Cash from the A
So, if I was you, I would make sure it's no way possible
DJ Westside Ty the greatest DJ in the world
To grab your beat
'Cause if he hand it to me, it's not yours no more
[Verse]
They be like stupid, where you been at? We ain't seen you in weeks
Yeah, I been tryna' catch a body off of John and em' streets
They went and killed my lil' homie so I'm back on the east
Catch him on Anaheim and stash his mind in back of the seat
They call me stupid 'cause I shoot it, I don't think I don't blink
I been wit' it since Xzibit used to P-I-M-P
You ain't down to keep it silent, you ain't down to catch a body
Boy, I hopped up off the porch, banging norf Illuminati
When I hop up out the four-door, don't you touch my body
This is undercover, brother, I am not in no Givenchy
Know you know it but I gotta say it, baby, I'm from Poppy
If you hold it then you gotta spray it, baby don't be sloppy
If I catch you with your folks, hoe, we killin' everybody
Kill your pappy, kill your mommy, kill your second-cousin Connie
And my crime be stomp and fade, Boosie in the trunk with 'Face
But if they interroga-ting, I don't know nobody
I ain't with the business, this is just an image
I ain't hurt nobody, I don't know who did it
Busters sending JPays, harboring the snitches
Enemies stalking me harder than the citches
Ended up a martyr on what started as a mission
Shot him where he used to hold his daughter in his pictures
Now his momma talkin' bout "Somebody know who did it"
"My baby ain't deserve it," she crying at the service
In the streets since triple C's and stealing jeans from Mervyn's
Trigger squeezers, split the scene, I iced them with the Gervin
Finger roll, we seen them toll, he said it ain't on purpose
Now we up in medical, they askin' why he said it cold
Better know I never change, runnin' with these Yanks
Poppy block, down the 65th, down the 68th
Want a shot, you will never get, but we came to play
And free killa Cash from the A
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