(feat. Spice 1, Tiffany Wilson, Yukmouth) 



[Killa Tay] 

I got hustle in my heart, hustle in my vain 

I hustle wit my click and gotta hustle in the game 

West Coast Mafia, we keepin it crackin 

Deep as the Jacksons, my click stay in the midst of the action 

Packin all the shows, mackin all the hoes 

Stackin all the dough, make 'em wanna call the po 

Real G's wit the tightest flows runnin the streets 

Comin wit heat, no retreat, this game get deep 

We speak in codes and ball like Jalen Rose til the end of time 

we live this grind like an esse with money on my mind 

24/7 Cali legend, makin paper wit Bo 

My Snake Eyes glow, and I'm still puttin it down for the 'No 

And K.O. so lay low, or get your chin checked like a boxer 

We break 'em off proper, spray like Binaca 

I still watch the time fly by on the clock 

My verbal venom get up in 'em and they die on the spot 



[Hook x2: Tiffany Wilson] 

It's about money, bet you I'm gon get it 

Power, ain't nobody trippin 

Respect, respect, respect my gangsta 

My gangsta 



[Spice 1] 

Motherfucker I'm a villain, and nigga you's a hostage 

So whenever I'm steppin, cover yo dome like an ostrich 

Suckers is bleedin off this, niggaz is leakin off this 

You know why? Cuz I'm a thug nigga eatin off this 

Jealous, that's how they feelin eventually 

That's why I pull out my pistol and bust it intentionally 

Smash, that's what we do when we ride 

Keep my bitches on point, and keep all my enemies hidin 

It's the motherfuckin real ones, ridin for mother millions 

Worldwide bosses makin decisions with precision 

Thug livin on a mission, gotta stay outta prison 

Hope my thug angel sittin on the star that I'm wishin 



[Hook] 



[Yukmouth] 

Jea, jea... 

I'm swingin everything from bats to gats 

On the ave, I'm slangin everything from crack to wax 

Tylenol, gotta grind and ball, stack my scratch 

No time to stall, flip the 'Lac wit the stash wit a Mack 

It's like that, outta town I got them pies and I fly back 

I'm right back wit that dope wrist like an ice pack 

You can't stop me, I'm too cocky 

I puff broccoli in Medina Ferrari's, I'm Yuk DiBiase 

On point, never see me sloppy 

I'll catch a body before I let a nigga rob me at the after party 

Thug Lord so I run mobs, gun high 

Fill a square body up wit holes like he's Spongebob 

East Oakland, Fresno to Modesto 

On the block they call me Kid Rock, play wit heavy metal 

And got my workers on the block slangin every pebble 

Cause it's a Regime Mob nigga in every ghetto 



[Hook x2]