[Part I]
[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Fuck (Brr)
Ayo (Brr)
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Heem]
The Black Rambo, you know the handle (Brr)
Bali' sandals, the Buffalo Kids and Black Sopranos (Ah)
Got the brick dismantled, the cherry Land Rove' (Skrrt)
We used to rock Pebble Beach, and then we came home (Ah)
Hit the back of his head, now his brains gone (Boom boom boom boom boom)
See me when you wake up, pop the cells, I'm laid up
We went to the Porsche lot, he copped the same one (Skrrt, they know)
If you shine, we both shine, we used the samе guns (Boom, boom, boom)
[Verse 2: Heem]
This that 7-1-murder shit
My niggas sell dope and murdеr shit (Brr)
Hundred thirty to life and he ain't tell 'em shit (Shh)
Felon shit, we all grew up on that ghetto shit (On that ghetto shit)
Robbin' niggas for fun and now my bezel lit
We ghetto rich, bang the forty 'til the metal stick (Fah, fah, fah)
My nigga pray to the Devil, he on some rebel shit
Tat his face, never blink when the ratchet shake (Never did)
Have a fiend do him dirty for a half a eight
Turn his face, got a lawyer that'll burn the case
Get a extra headshot, that's just for turnin' state
We suicidal, lost soldiers in the beef with rivals
Told my mama that I love her, loadin' up my rifle
We the Eiffel? (motherfucker), you'll die today, I tell 'em snipe you (Brr)
Who the youngest OG? I'ma take that title (That's me, nigga)
Jordan, Michael (haha), six ring when the pound strikin' (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Let the first one scream, he thought he saw lightning
Frr, they know, yeah
[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Fuck (Brr)
Ayo (Brr)
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Heem]
The Black Rambo, you know the handle (Brr)
Bali' sandals, the Buffalo Kids and Black Sopranos (Ah)
Got the brick dismantled, the cherry Land Rove' (Skrrt)
We used to rock Pebble Beach, and then we came home (Ah)
Hit the back of his head, now his brains gone (Boom boom boom boom boom)
See me when you wake up, pop the cells, I'm laid up
We went to the Porsche lot, he copped the same one (Skrrt, they know)
If you shine, we both shine, we used the samе guns (Boom, boom, boom)
[Verse 2: Heem]
This that 7-1-murder shit
My niggas sell dope and murdеr shit (Brr)
Hundred thirty to life and he ain't tell 'em shit (Shh)
Felon shit, we all grew up on that ghetto shit (On that ghetto shit)
Robbin' niggas for fun and now my bezel lit
We ghetto rich, bang the forty 'til the metal stick (Fah, fah, fah)
My nigga pray to the Devil, he on some rebel shit
Tat his face, never blink when the ratchet shake (Never did)
Have a fiend do him dirty for a half a eight
Turn his face, got a lawyer that'll burn the case
Get a extra headshot, that's just for turnin' state
We suicidal, lost soldiers in the beef with rivals
Told my mama that I love her, loadin' up my rifle
We the Eiffel? (motherfucker), you'll die today, I tell 'em snipe you (Brr)
Who the youngest OG? I'ma take that title (That's me, nigga)
Jordan, Michael (haha), six ring when the pound strikin' (Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
Let the first one scream, he thought he saw lightning
Frr, they know, yeah
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