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I Rep

(West, west, west, west, siiiide, nigga)Verse #1

I rep that west, but a lot of yall niggas comin' wack

They want me to bring it back and I accept that test

So I'm sorta like a savior, with hits I'm gon ??

And I'm never slackin' off 'cause I gets it in major

My flavor is so undeniable (yeah)

That I'm bound to kill these MCs in threes, I'm liable

To get to cappin', you think it's only rappin'

But I'm known for pistol packin', it really gets a crackin'

What's happenin',

Whatch yall really want to do

Yall talk a good thang but we really comin' through

Big thangs when we aim

Leaving things slain

Blood guts and brains, for thinking it's a game

Insane or suicidal, I have yet to figure (yeah)

To make you pop off we disrespect you nigga

Like "fuck you fuck yourself" sound from the TEC

Run at E then hit the deck 'cause everythang gettin' wet

Okay corral, we can shoot it out

In L.A. we hold court in the street, fuck a trow

When I keep the bird on me, to pack it is a habit (why?)

'Cause I would rather die than not have it (yeah!)Chorus

?? shots, guillotines, rifle scopes, red beams

L.A.'s very crazy, 'cause daily it's a murder scene

Gun shells ??, body parts, yellow tapes, dirty birds

High speed chases runnin' from the chaseVerse #2

You niggas pack guns for show and tell, we ??

Ask me why gangbangin's in my DNA

Burn you then sell a pistol

Never throw the heat away

Actin' like you ready to die, shit you can leave today

Hey Zeus ??

Now you two are treein', let your family mourn you

I'm from that place where they live at the hardest

All of those that couldn't cope they were dearly departed

Talkin' shit you must be clearly retarded

Don't ask about Osama, he was clearly a martyr

You thinkin' ?? must be dippin' that water

If you ever fuck with me I'll fuck around and put a clip in your daughter, yeah

Leave the body for the corner to chock it out

Too late to talk it out so fuck what you talkin' 'bout

Got murder on my mind (yeah), ya life is on the line (yeah)

Once my hand clench that iron then somebody die

You thinkin' death as a way to escape

But I will walk in your wake and put two in your face

Dirty cop wanna take me in, he's viewin' the case

Put him in the casket with you, bury you in the ??, nigga

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