2Pac & Game (DJ NABZ) - The Westcoast Is Back | Текст песни

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• 2Pac & Game (DJ NABZ)
• The Westcoast Is Back

Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops
A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin
Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell
Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Gettin world-wide exposure
with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers
I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin
I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin

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G-G-G-unit! Coming Straight Outta Compton,
Lace Up My G-6's, And I'm A-Town Stomping
Got Ten Thousand Cash In My Pocket, Let The Pump In,
Cuz Luda And Young Buck Always Getting Me Into Somethin'
Low Rider Out Front, I'm Trying To Get Into Somethin'
Step On Banks Shoe One More Time And Im'a Start Busting
Rolls Gold In My Grill, I Gotta Dirty Mouth
And A Bitch With A Fat Ass From The Dirty, Dirty South
I Wasn't Trying To Get The Cover Of The Double XL
Just Trying To Fuck Mia, Cuz Dre. Said Sex Sells
Don't Be Mad At The Rocks In My Fucking Chain
Don't Be Mad Cuz Your Bitch Chose Buck And Game
You See The Logo Tatted On My Necklace
Same One I'm Autographing On The Chest
Put Your Bottles In The Air For Yayo, He On House Arrest
And On Behalf Of 50 Cent This Is G-Unit West.