Gyeah Gyeah Gyeah
 Its goin out to all them G's
 To all them thug niggas still in the pen
 All my homiez in YA and shit
 Still in the struggle
 For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest
 What all you motherfuckers gon do
 Check me out

 [ VERSE 1 ]
 What you motherfuckers gon throw up
 What you motherfuckers gon do
 Get your ass sow up
 When I blast the 22
 Player times is ill
 Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill
 Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me
 I guarantee them motherfucker ain't as good as me
 I'm takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with
 Got a brand new Gat from my homiez so I can kill with
 17 shots makin 17 niggas drop
 Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot
 To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways
 It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face
 They got a taste of my heater
 Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater
 The only way that a nigga coulde be tha
 Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter

 [ CHORUS ]
 I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
 Gyeah
 I said bangin in the CPT

 [ VERSE 2 ]
 I sit back and reminisce about the days of old
 As I crack the OGO watchin my platinum vote
 First rule I always had to roll with heat
 Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets
 Which block you set trippin happy
 Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef
 No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow
 So ya'll see the hollow its the cold I follow
 I really miss my G that got shot last year
 So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer
 Now look at how the enemies made me I'm crazy
 Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can't face me
 I blaze up the blunt start to talk up Gyeah
 All the points for the hood I don't chalked a Gyeah
 Cause I ain't got nothin to loose
 I'm yellin WEST you bitch as I serve you fools
 Come on

 [ CHORUS ]
 I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
 Uhh
 I said bangin in the CPT
 Gyeah
 Uhh
 I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
 Uhh
 I said bangin in the CPT
 Come on check me out

 [ VERSE 3 ]
 I said life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
 Blast get the cash live my life like yummy
 Time to flies when I ride it seems funny
 Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy
 Who got shot on your block the spots hot
 Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac
 No happy days just criminal ways
 And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays
 Who lays deep in the cut I'm givin a fuck
 Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut
 Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates
 And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take
 They cock the half of my nigga L from Gray
 Chronic got me beepin my chest like them AGE
 Brave ain't the case they gave me was 187
 For sendin niggas to hell and heaven

 [ CHORUS ]
 I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
 I said bangin in the CPT
 Gyeah
 Come on
 I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
 Bangin in the I-N-G
 Gyeah
 Come on
 I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
 Bangin in the S.C.
 Gyeah
 I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up
 Bangin in the LBC
 Gyeah
 Come on
 Ohhh
 Hoo bangin in the house
 Come on Gyeah
 Hoo bangin in the house
 Come on Gyeah
 Its goin out to all my G's
 Its goin out to all my G's locked down in the pen
 Still on the struggle
 Now the fuck we do it
 Gyeah
 WESTSIDE fo life
 CPT till I die
 Hoo bangin to the fullest
 Gyeah