That's My N**** E

Ooh, ooh. It's that Philly bopping shit. Yeah. I'm on the East Side rollin' with my West Side niggas. West Side, West Side, West Side. We just tryin' do it big like that Bed-Stuy Nigga. Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy. And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my Niggas. I pray they don't catch my niggas. Might pull up on the corner like that's my Nigga. And burn his bitch down like left eye Nigga, I'm a 400 nigga with the 40 pound Dope. For all that ammo, I got 40 rounds Though. Cash Out Keenan, nigga with the pounds Though. He count on me even when the mood Slow. Come through copperhead, all my niggas. Come through popping with all my niggas. You should've seen how he looked last winter. You should've seen what we ate last dinner. I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas. I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas. In the game, I'm the keep it right nigga. 'Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna Kill 'em. Basic bitches can't suck this dick, No. Basic bitches having fucked the clique, Oh. They try to have me on some sucker Shit. But I'ma do it my way, nigga, fuck The script. Came through the block, everything That's new. Sipping that motherfucking DS too. I can't fuck with him if he ain't true. They like, "He all right, but he ain't you." We like five milli' on the board and shit. I was the richest nigga on the tip. Locked down with the killers and the robbers going Hard in it. Open the gate, jump, tour on The Lamb'. And now we headed to the West Side, rolling in some hot shit. Yoppa in the backseat, it look like a mob Scene. You ain't got to ask me, nigga, you Ain't got shit. You ain't talking money, I see You, that's with the topic. You be only fucking With niggas that be on cop shit. I be only fucking with bitches that get it Popping. You don't see one my niggas blazing the Shotgun. Square up your corner over some nonsense. I'm on the East Side rollin' with my West Side niggas. West Side, West Side, West Side. We just tryin' to do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga. Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy. And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my Niggas. I pray they don't catch my niggas. Might pull up on the corner like that's my Nigga. And burn his bitch down like left eye Word up. Can a real Crip get a little Bit? Dump on a nigga for some silly shit. 104 rounds when the milli' kick. Gangbang niggas who we really with. And we don't talk to no motherfucking law. Cooked up, caked up, slanging that raw, nigga. Roll through the city of violence, son. Bang him with the loud or the silence, son. Leave him on the floor with his brains spilled Out. Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out. Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off. Come through the hood and you will get fucked Off. Nigga, this Crip on mine two times. Don't give a fuck and we'll bust on one Time, nigga. What y'all thought? We crissed the cross. You missed your loss. We setting it off, cuh. I'm on the East Side rollin' with my West Side niggas. West Side, West Side, West Side. We just tryin' to do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga. Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy. And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my Niggas. I pray they don't catch my niggas. Might pull up on the corner like that's my Nigga. And burn his bitch down like left eye Nigga, word up.