[ INTRO ]

Gyeah

We're on this smooth shit

Takin you back to the old school (westside)

Gyeah

Hoo-Bangin in the house

And right about now

We got the real CPT G's up in here

Mc Eiht , Boom Bam , CMW representin to the fullest

Hoo-Bangin to the fullest

Gyeah



[ VERSE 1 ]

I once heard don't forget

Where you came from , son

And if you're bailin thru Compton

You better bring a gun

Cops tryin to set off spots and raid niggas

Just cause we some fuckin paid niggas

Zags and crack that I used to sell

To the swap meet to get my gear and straight bail

What 'll it be to they lost my loot

So 5-O wants all a blue khaki suit

Shoot if ya'll come down the block, static 

Dash like a rabbit barely escapin the automatic

Tragic is the scene that's left

Bringin the pain like Meth(od Man)

The yellow tape means death (boyaa)

Steps the fuck off or meet your maker

The Tech 9 will take ya be the back-breaker

Out for cash flow the way I was part of

Keep your hood tight nigga don't get caught up

Yeah



[ CHORUS ]

My life , my life , my life

With the Tech 9 , come on

I said my life , my life , my life

Check it out



[ VERSE 2 ]

I've been in the street game since '86

With Mc's on gold D'z takin gangsta flix

Screamin : fuck your clitch

Bitch you best not trick

Hoo-Bangin these full straps came with clips

6 shots is all you get (ping , ping)

You better put in work

Or scurb or get covered with damn dirt

My mission is the ride for the west

And make cash and pick of enemies

Tryin to trespass , for sho'

I ain't no joke but it ain't the blunt

I light it's the fuckin gun THAT smoke (boom ,boom)

Provoke any nigga that try to step

Fools trip Imma show 'em 

Who's fast from the hip

Clap you Once cause G's leave no

Witnesses clap twice out the door

Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep

Still music to drive-by and I'm N2 deep

Come on



[ CHORUS ]

My life , my life , my life

With the Tech 9 , come on

My life , my life , my life

Fuck One-Time

Gyeah

I said my life , my life , my life

In the CPT

I said my life , my life , my life

Hoo-Bangin gangstas 

Check it out



[ VERSE 3 ]

In the 6-6-6 5-0 Trey or Deuce

Real G's draggin it low with much juice (gyeah)

Loose lips sink ships is what I was told

While my bankroll fold 

I'm leavin your body cold

Down the role-road since the B.G.

The O.G.'s had me actin crazy

Like fightin and blastin cause life ain't funny

Young niggas strugglin best get your money

Creep up in the late night 

Keep your grip tight lay low outta site 

And watch the porch light

Cause I ain't got nuttin to lose

And I ain't nuttin when I'm dumpin 

Ya'll catchin the blues 

I needs the money and the cola baby

Don't make me react pulls out the strap

And then clap Hoo-Bangin to the fullest

In Compton is where we're dwellin

In the WEST where we're yellin

While the yea keeps sellin (westsiiide)

Come on



[ CHORUS ]

I said my life , my life , my life

With the Tech 9

And that's how we representin

To the fullest

With the real CPT G's

To the I-N-G

All the way up to South Central

To all my Hoo-Bangin gangstas in the house

Gyeah , that's how we're doin it

To the WEST

All day , we don't play

Gyeah , come on

I said my life , my life , my life

With the Tech 9 , come on

I said my life , my life , my life

Fuck One-Time

Gyeah