[Featuring Spice-1, King Tee]

Intro:

Yeah, Young Jock Up In This Beezee

Claiming And Representing That S-P Geezee Shit

Putting It Down With My Nigga The Big Bad Ass

Spice 1 And King T

High Siding And Westside Riding

Got My Nigga From The Feezee Up In This Beezee

We Doing Big Thangs In The Nine Seezee

Kicking Bitches In The Booty And Pointing Out Their

Duty

Yeah Any Motherfucker That Wanna Try Us Knows Where

To Find Us

Motherfucker

King Tee:

This Shit Couldn't Get No Harder

Niggas Is About To Make Me Flip And Commit Manslaughter

All My Dreams Result To Nightmares

So I Walk Around The Hood Strapped Like I Don't Care

Truth Or Dare, I Dare You To Dis The West Coast

The Truth Is Them Niggas Will Split Your Vest Loc

With Hollowpoint Slugs, Crips And Bloods, We Come Deep

And Roll In Those Range Rover Jeeps

I Was A Made Man At Fifteen Years

Cuz Momma Didn't Raise No Faggotty Queer

I Got Paid Fronting Bad Colors In The Ninth Grade

And On The Westside Is Where I Play

Straight Sick, When My Big Uncle Smoked Dip

And Grabbed His Four Four And Took Me With Him On A

Lick

And Sure As The Sun Will Come Up And Just Shine

The Niggas Couldn't Believe The Rolex Was All Mine

Spice-1:

Yeah Divine Niggas The Lexxy Shine And The Fetty

Motherfuckers Ain't Ready, See They Won't Hold Their

Heads Steady

When We Come With The Fifty Caliber Desert Eagle

Feeling You Motherfuckers Over Slugs Equal

You These Diamonds On The Pinky, Rolex Up On The Wrist

Next Nigga Run Up On Me For My Pieces Is Catching

Whole Clips

No Sucker To The G-A In Me

You Fail To Realize Sometimes That I Dump On G-P

Black Bossalini, King T-E-E And S-P-I

Born To Die, Westside Riding Staying High

187 Proof A Ma-a-mack Ten Shooter

Hope The Ba-a-black Talons Go Right Through You

Been Mobbing Since A Youngster, Laced Like Hundred Spokes

Ain't No Rules In The Game, Niggas Die And Go For Broke

He Did