Mc Eiht: Living n' tha streets

Gyeah Gyeah Gyeah Its goin out to all them G`s To all them thug niggas still in the pen All my homiez in YA and shit Still in the struggle For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest What all you motherfuckers gon do Check me out [ VERSE 1 ] What you motherfuckers gon throw up What you motherfuckers gon do Get your ass sow up When I blast the 22 Player times is ill Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me I guarantee them motherfucker ain`t as good as me I'm takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with Got a brand new Gat from my homiez so I can kill with 17 shots makin 17 niggas drop Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face They got a taste of my heater Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater The only way that a nigga coulde be tha Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter [ CHORUS ] I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up Gyeah I said bangin in the CPT [ VERSE 2 ] I sit back and reminisce about the days of old As I crack the OGO watchin my platinum vote First rule I always had to roll with heat Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets Which block you set trippin happy Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow So ya'll see the hollow its the cold I follow I really miss my G that got shot last year So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer Now look at how the enemies made me I'm crazy Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can't face me I blaze up the blunt start to talk up Gyeah All the points for the hood I don't chalked a Gyeah Cause I ain't got nothin to loose I'm yellin WEST you bitch as I serve you fools Come on [ CHORUS ] I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up Uhh I said bangin in the CPT Gyeah Uhh I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up Uhh I said bangin in the CPT Come on check me out [ VERSE 3 ] I said life ain't nuttin but bitches and money Blast get the cash live my life like yummy Time to flies when I ride it seems funny Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy Who got shot on your block the spots hot Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac No happy days just criminal ways And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays Who lays deep in the cut I'm givin a fuck Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take They cock the half of my nigga L from Gray Chronic got me beepin my chest like them AGE Brave ain't the case they gave me was 187 For sendin niggas to hell and heaven [ CHORUS ] I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up I said bangin in the CPT Gyeah Come on I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up Bangin in the I-N-G Gyeah Come on I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up Bangin in the S.C. Gyeah I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up Bangin in the LBC Gyeah Come on Ohhh Hoo bangin in the house Come on Gyeah Hoo bangin in the house Come on Gyeah Its goin out to all my G's Its goin out to all my G's locked down in the pen Still on the struggle Now the fuck we do it Gyeah WESTSIDE fo life CPT till I die Hoo bangin to the fullest Gyeah