Fuck Being The King, I'm The Boss of The West

(All I ever wanted) All I ever wanted

(Was the freedom to refuse) Was My freedom

(Of something of my own to love enough) I love this game man

(You hate to lose) I can't lose

(Feel it in my brain) It's crazy man

(It's leaving smoke behind my eyes) I hate to talk about these suckers

(When a part of me that wants to change) I want to change

(Fights the part of me that tries) But I gotta talk about you lames



Peep Game (Yea)



Knock, Knock here we go again, It's Crooked I homie let me in

Fuck 5 mics give me ten, I'm rembrant with an ink pen

A lot of Niggaz represent the West, Sittin on the throne is the quest

I don't give a Fuck who the best, Even though I'm better than the rest

What I just said is so real, We can bet a set of chrome wheels

If gettin' dough was based on skills, Niggaz couldn't pay they phone bill

Rap Game, Damn shame, Fuck it ima pop champagne

Keep a cuban hangin out my mouth, I know you seen the ad campaign

Tell the truth, Y'all Niggaz Lame, Not the kind of lame with a cane

Kind of Nigga lame in the brain, that's why I'm changing the game

Gang Bangin' was in eighty-nine, Now we on some organized crime

Hip-Hop Cops on the grind nevermind them last couple lines

Close homboys might switch, Best friend put you in a ditch

Fuck a snitch, Fuck a Bitch I just wanna see my Niggaz rich

(inaudible) and ya life, a couple drop tops and a wife

Fuck gettin' shot in a fight, Gotta keep a glock in ya sight

That's the way it is in the streets, Niggaz never wanna see you good

That's coach leather on the seats, That's cherry grain on the wood



Yea, But We giving back to the hood

Gotta give back to the hood

You know? Somebody gotta do it

Cuz you suckers ain't come back in a long time man

Every time you come through here, fifty thousand police withchu

Cant even walk around your own people

And then you wanna block me from getting in the game

You Niggaz lame

Try not to talk about you suckers

But I can't change... I got to...



Yea, Yea Nigga What now? Years later still in the game

Underground for a long while, 100 carats still in the chain

Cuz the flow's ill, and he's so real and his hoes feeling his pain

Doing dope dealings and show skrill or we don't steal and entertain

Everything I do is legit, Putting off my shit

You can search a Niggatill he's sick, Yea, Cop eat a fat dick

Rappers slug gettin mailed, can't put a boomerang in jail

Throw me in imma come back out, Why Nigga, I post bail

Then it's right back on the block, with a baby mac and a glock

When you're trapped and you need to hear real rap and what happened to Pac

These Niggaz rappin is gay, I don't care what mad Niggaz say, Chris told

yall, you was wick-wick-wack way back in the day

I kick back with a six-pack, then a Nigga gotta laugh at the way, You kick

raps cuz the simple fact, come at me and you'll ask for the pay

Crooked I or Young Boss, Y'all know my motherfucking name

Wont stop till im on top, hottest young Nigga in the game

C dot , O dot, P dot We Hot squeeze glocks, three shots, leave a Nigga on

the street top Beeyotch



(All I ever wanted) Yea

(Was the freedom to refuse) All I ever wanted was my freedom

(Of something of my own to love enough) And now I got something that I love

(You hate to lose) I love this game man

(Feel it in my brain) I can't lose, I won't lose

(It's leaving smoke behind my eyes) Listen

(When a part of me that wants to change) C.O.B.

(Fights the part of me that tries)