Let It Fly (Can't 4get the Remix) [Radio Edit] [feat. Frost4eva & Big Vinnie the Shark]

Nigga better wake his game up. Nigga better stay up on it. Came for the America's nightmare, came fuck with America's most Wanted. Mr. Bossini, Snoop D-O-double-G, killer on The Westside. Thug world, niggas run that seven Proof, tryin' to live and live our best lives. So if murder is the case, we don't give A fuck, nigga better dip or duck quick. From Long Beach to the Bay, we just don't Be talkin' that tough shit. We 'bout it, 'bout it with that funk and We got that fire. And my niggas from the South, still stay heated, r-real riders. Pull a robber, sit beside ya. Spark a blunt up with the lighter. If you know me, then you know it ain't A motherfucker gettin' higher. Snoop, I be with your sister, glass slam when I got my plaques. It was me and you And Too $hort smokin' big blunts, gettin' blue back. Growin' up, mama warned me 'bout that Westside. She said that Westside will get off in your Chest side. And them G's down South ain't gon' Let it slide. Might be a homicide, They gon' let it fly. So don't be fuckin' 'round on that Westside. Might catch a hollow tip to your chest side. And them G's down South always down to ride. Might be a homicide, they gon' let it fly. Dirty nigga out the West, dirty snub-nosed Thirty-eight. Dirty Monte Carlo with some dirty Plates. A little dirty project bitch ridin' shotty. Dirty dope up in a, in a, in a Dirty Glock 40. This mask I'm wearin', that ain't made for no, For no Corona. Get wrong if you wanna, I turn your face into a donut. I'm murder happy, bitch, murder over everything. I hop up out this Chevy Thang and, bitch, I murder everything. A whole lotta trickery goin' On, can't be naked, got that strap. And then the clip of that monkey shit, now Put it on your ass. mama told me the Streets bad, it ain't no good in 'em. But I skipped school, thought I was cool and Acted a fool in 'em. And boy, my head learned fast it ain't no Rules in 'em. Listen, go to sleep 'round these Bitches, wake up and your fool missed. They went to sleep 'round them killers, that boy Rufus. I mean the top laid back with his Ooz drip. Growin' up, mama warned me 'bout that Westside. She said that Westside will get off in Your chest side. And them G's down South ain't Gon' let it slide. Might be a homicide, They gon' let it fly. So don't be fuckin' 'round on that Westside. Might catch a hollow tip to your chest side. And them G's down South, they gon' let it Fly. Cock it back, let it fly, sleep a nigga Beddy-bye. Pumpin' hot lead inside you five, Six, seven times. Body snatch, head chopper, So big I hold it awkward. Police can't find the body, cooked a nigga, Betty Crocker. Seasick from all the blue, Nigga need a Dramamine. Five niggas on my team, live killin' everything. Everybody get it, I'm the one who did it. All my bitches with the shits and all my Niggas with it. My hammer so big, I can hardly fit it in my backseat. Hit the backstreets, caught him slippin'. His moms was livid. Heavens, good Lord, he did it. God forbid it. Rob him and split it, the Job to get it. Growin' up, mama warned me 'bout that Westside. She said that Westside will get off in your Chest side. And them G's down South ain't gon' Let slide. Might be a homicide, They gon' let it fly. So don't be fuckin' 'round on that Westside. Might catch a hollow tip to your chest side. And them G's down South always down to ride. Might be a homicide, they gon' let it fly. So don't be fuckin' 'round on that Westside. Might catch a hollow tip to your chest side. And them G's down South always down to ride. Might be a homicide, they gon' let it fly.