Uh ha, what? Young Soldierz in this motherfucker

And Wiz, is it bout time? Yeah, alright

It's on, nineteen ninety fuck



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Now everybody wanna pack a Glock

when all the time niggas know, that'cha skins get locked

It takes a nigga like me, cos I can see thru the fake

You niggas make it sound good, but you niggas is cupcakes



Ass out if you're the last (nigga)

to feel the wrath when I blast (nigga)

Figure I can make a motions for murder

Mass destruction, discussions unheard of

Fuck the script, I feel the pow's in and out of town

And now it's on-a, just from city, to 300

See it's a shame on how these lames keepin up the game

Fuckin up the game for the next real nigga

Until my Gz do it, time to stay cell block

Stay strong while Gz get your ride on

I been there and done that, no tellin

if I ever come back but if I do, I ain't scared of it

See some niggas call drug busts, non-plussed

Swear to God, only momma had it sewed up

So fuck the company cos ya best ta keep on walkin

while you can, 'fore my Doggs start barkin, man

Hangin out late night, off the shee-ba

All's we heard is they got what they de-served

See up in trojans, spit the game a little more than that

Then I be fuckin off the game before the next nigga

Never test what you can't keep

Cos if I need it, I'ma get it, if I want it, I'ma take it

I'm undisputed, undefeated, might've even cheated

I'm highly weeded, so much you get'cha ass heated

I know it might sound like a nigga sayin somethin

But me and my niggas ain't give nothin, yeah

For one magical wavin his Tek

I can make the whole motherfucker party and jet

Young stretch him in the house, waitin for you to trip

So I can pop in this clip and make your bitch ass strip

Glock parties, block parties, niggas best on burning

Cos once we get up on it, catch you in a Kodak moment

Nigga (we turn niggas butts to ash), straight up

(No masses, it clips to last)

Eastside Wotts niggas ain't wit all that dissin and shit

Hit em with the slang, knock his brain from his frame, baby



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Niggas, buck their domes so they wanna act wild

The def town makin home course from X-Files

Schitzophreniac, you think you're maniac

But ol' laniacs, y'all just some fraidy cats

for sayin that, come to the 'Wood, get that ass light

Come play hockey wit these Kings and get that ass iced

Competition was down core, ra-cum-ba-ba

Who been the lesser learned to arrived, bum-pa

This will was meant to role, never heard of control

Even my bitch will snatch your soul out'cha *?fuck pool?*

[?????] fast niggas, straight cupcakes

Before they hit me up, they wave till they be my face

These niggas got me smokin, these wiggas got me hot

Talkin bout who they shot and how they carry Glocks

Like I said, some know me from that bang in the West

Enemies know me from pullin straps, bustin caps in they necks

I'm from Inglewood, where your life's considered a joke

Nigga, the bottom's off Crenshaw and 104th

Now it's time to separate these prankster gangstas

Young Gz and Wallabies, Young Soldierz to breeze



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Niggas runnin mouth like it's the thang to do

They saw how we put it down, now they bangin too

They wanna do what the gangstas do, check that

and imitate while the Soldierz' true

Break out of this, reality is the city I dwell

Kill em [?????] a pump iron, make him relate to his hell, nigga, uhh

I feel like in order to kick, gangsta shit, niggas need a licence, nigga

what?

I feel like in order to kick, gangsta shit, niggas need a licence

All of a sudden, now you're hard, nigga

Like the day you were born, you're still a bitch nigga

And I know that it's not, but I makes it my job

without the green, I bets to bring the ????? to your squad

I hope you understand that we take, niggas for jokes

And how we do mark-ass niggas? Slap your ass in the throat

Tag teamin, toe-taggin niggas, ol' baggin niggas

Doin a batch of niggas wit machines that double teams

Jumpin niggas like pogos

Droppin niggas quick like asses on low-low's

No more room for the niggas who ain't troopers

The West and Eastside are the original beatsiders, provide us

a motherfuckin mic and a hoe

And we can crack em both for show, fuck toe for toe

Foe for foe, young nigga don't make me

Sure your Glocks ain't got no safety

Makin principalities about my casualties

'Rip or Blood nigga, it really don't matter me

Jose, you might just lose your life

Put down them drawers, hang a bitch by his balls

Y-Gz



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