rate me

(feat. Butch Cassidy, W.C.)

[WC talking]

[Warren G]

Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down

Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down

Watching fools servin' found

Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches

And getting bitches with plenty riches

And if you bang homie, do that

But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that

And all you see is the glamor and gold

Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold

Your destiny is in your hands, you got control

Wasting time with your life until your ass is old

Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp

Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

Can't fuck with, what you asked for

Sometimes you just should let go

Get what you need and not want

Some folks believe and some don't

These are the ones that don't last

Hard head makes soft ass

But it was something that I had to have

I just had to have


Whats crackin' gangsta

Little woe G sake with a bang loose

Dickie sagging how should kicking it

Bangs with me, nigga let me swang with you

Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya

I see them niggas that got ya tatted and called it paddering

A clutch and a glock, banging on niggas at the bus stop

Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt

Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf

Loc, what up, shit I knew your brother

You used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker

Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block

Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead

Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood shit is serious

For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper

And remember, loc's success is best with revenge on these haters, nigga

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]


Murder, murder, murder

[Warren G]

I don't wanna die

I'm trying to live, trying to survive

Murder, murder, murder


I don't wanna die

I'm trying to live, trying to survive

Niggas done got the game twisted

Yet if these bustas pump 'em up

And just start division, fool listen

Life is like a grab shot

You can either hit the jackpot

Stack a not and get a calf shot

[Warren G]

Live you life homie

Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked

And moms put a block on the phone

You's a hard motherfucker, but now you all alone


All alone in the streets it was on

But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone

Your on your own

[Warren G]

Until the youth, I spit to you

They call me G dub and I spit the truth

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]

[WC talking to end]

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