Now that a nigga's seen money, shit

I can smile and laugh

I got 20's on my bentley

An iron cage in front of my pad

And I still mean muggin

Throw up west-side in my photo shoot

And got TV's, 20's and DVDs in my photo coupe

Got a stash spot in the airbag

For when the po-po's snoop

Steady mobbin on the killa route

With the bads like pride gin n juice

I'm split proof

With the bulletproof and the gin n juice

Still mash with the men in blue

And stay strapped down with a mac-10 or two

Now how you wanna do it?

We can get muddy and bloody

I'ma still count cash, count crass

In the middle of the street whoopin niggas ass

I'm west bound crowned by 50 pounds thats how I do it

On the phone with your wife

While ya gettin beat down that how I do it

I'm a mastermind in crime

I cause disaster with one 9

Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head one time

So think twice before you gaffle

One pellet to the big apple

All your names in one bag

Were pullin death tickets like a raffle



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Bitch, I'm a rider for death

Slide with a tek-9 for respect

And a nigga that step gets stepped with a tek

So it's best you ride with a vest

Homicide be the best bet

For the real life with the best threats

Surprise, with a tek full of teflons

It's westside for death



Yeah yeah war, 9, give it to em

Hit the men in blue and I send it to em

Let off the deaf one full of teflons

Hollowtips spittin straight through em

Niggas scream one never seen one

Send a mini 14 in the street low

With no remorse of course I aim

The tip of torch and I scream go

Haven't you ever heard of a straight killa?







One that makes