West To South

[Master P] Ha ha One time, homocide, then we who ride One time, homocide, then we who ride TRU niggas don't joke check the hundred spokes From Richmond to Oakland, I got 4 So fool don't fuck with the tank MP be the Colonel, got gats in the bank Waitin' for deposits and withdrawls Got bitches in the ghetto pullin down drawers Wanna be wit' the gidman got them with the crizam But fools thinkin of thizangs I'm ballin niggas straight hauling Started from texas to new Orleans Now the game sowed up niggas wanna role up Bitches better check nuts, niggas betta hold up Ain't going out like no mark cause I'm marked for death Got the bulletproof vest with the tattoo on my chest TRU, niggas could'nt fuck wit it Steady Mobb'n, Master P nigga go get it Got mo game than the Lakers, got gats for the haters Niggas blowin'[?] [Kane & Abel] If you scared got to church Busting up with yo dick in the dirt Six niggas named Paul pull you out the black hearse I roll wit niggas with eight figures, and ichy triggers Bring the drama I throwed the judges momma in the Mississippi River They know the rule bang niggas up never mention their name I asked Silkk what to do, he said "charge it to the game" I shake niggas life like dice, got that thug in me like chinese rice Ain't' Nothin nice I open up shop all night Like Circle K I circle yo block wit the K, the A-K that is (handle biz) I Leave that ass looking like Jerry's motherfucking kids I gotta pocket full of change but ain't dropped a dime yet Like Jamie Foxx if I gave the bitch some lobster moet You know whats happenin' next If Kane and Able representin, from South to the West [Fiend] From South to the West, South to the West nigga See I'm a seventeen survivor sreaming out Checking No Limit and every word Fiend gimme keep they punk face timid I'm Thinking my phone got tapped Glock fourty on my lap Steady Mobb'n now five-o got eyes on my stack Can't be hiding that ain't no denying that See us niggas from the tank we be ridin strapped [Mac] From the South to the West layin niggas to rest Macadon put it on like a bulletproof vest Got the tank around my neck representing respect Do my thang and I collect arm breakin the neck I kick it off like soccer The tech scream bocka blocka when I cocka I'm still a soldier my nogga Catch me G. T and D corner I be N-O L-I-M-I-T till I D-I-E [C-Murder] Time to check my mutherfucking cream C-Murder living that drug dealers dream T-R-U and Steady Mobb'n in floss mode Doing shows at the telly tossin hoes From the South to the motherfucking West is how we ride Got No Limit soldiers on my side Can I please pop a plea if I go to jail Homicide for them haters on my tail All my motherfucking enemys gotta die Cause I ain't going out in a fuckin drive by Beeper blowing, I got a meetin with the box They wanna know how we slangin tapes like rocks Hurry up cause I gotta show in H-Town Call face No Limit bout to lay it down Independent, I'm on another level bitch A million sold, cashin check till I'm rich [Silkk The Shocker] From the South to the West, it don't stop Watch I make the South and West connect like dots Don't be surprised when I ride act like you know me Wise like an O.G. kick more shit than Shinobi Young nigga ballin like Kobe, play low key, Pimp like O.D Flip my enemy's like OZ's Mo game than Sega, role up like vegas Fuck the rest you better step like omega (you know) Be like man, I'm listenin to to West Coast nigga Fa sho niggas, smoke you out the most nigga Pull three or four hoes a show nigga Call me Mr. crocker, Silkk The Shocker, or just Mr If not they gon' find yo ass mutha fucking missin Cause a niggas bout paper Steady Mobb'n and No Limit pulling of capers From the South to the West I stay thuggin Have a nigga back up lookin all motherfucking puzzled Just know we bout to ride From the south to the motherfucking West Side [C-Loc] Bitch from South to West, nigga, thuggin ain't easy ??? makes a nigga feel queasy Got some cheese now the feds trying to peep me That it from me Biggin Cheesy Ain't' easy 200 gansta ass niggas that quick to mouth Punchin time clocks, C down with shift like it eas a jock Nigga roll something, stop stuntin clown G's dont respect stunting Take you to that old school whoop yo ass like yo stole sumthin Busta hunting on the cool with my tools Playin it like awino in an alley bustin on fools Weekend thugs I done told ya Any fool know what happen when you fuck around with some soldiers Now stunting with that pistol makes it evident Less you want us to come blow up your fuckin place of residents Hit the door befoe the phone crank up Like Billy The Kid I fuck around and make you famous [Billy Bavgate] Front page Billy Bavgate Got trapped in a world of hate I carry late,reload with rage Stepped back as I bust my gauge As the super sport Impala hit the corner sprayed Bodies layed the bithcass niggas they can't fade No Limit soldier till I die Nigga you can tell I'm a killa by my eyes Fifty soldiers in a tank full of dank Earned 9% organizing crime is how my time gets spent Big moves I make, suckas balls I break Droppin sacks on the spot I got paper to make [Crooked Eye] Twin S's I push real game to spit 36 in the bird, B 28 in the bush From the West to the South I got international game No limit soldier I told ya respect the tank on the chain, sucka