Correct Play the Woodie Quiz Yoc life or no life that's the way I'm livin' Northern Cali style ain't no bullshtin', yeah, Antioch tales up in this motherfcker and I'ma let it be known It don't matter what town you from, there's killa's everywhere Wanna nut up? Sucka what up? Run up punk or shut up Cause I'ma put a slug in your lung and have you coughin' blood up Cause I'm fed up with you suckas talkin' threats behind my back But when you see me you avoid me, punk you said you gonna snap I ain't no heavyweight so demonstrate your plan to bust my grill I guess you heard it through the grapevine, that Norteno Woodie kills I ain't tryin' to knock your teeth out, I'm tryin' to blow your brains out With a tre-five-sev I'll leave your skull hollow and body laid out It's that Yoc life that got me like this ain't no point in me to fight it My veins are pumpin' a virus and I call it homicidus For my scrap killin' tendencies, ain't lookin' for no remedies I'm thinkin' of ways to get more straps to execute my enemies The APD wanna see the end of me so I gotta watch my step I take back-roads and speak in code 'cause phone calls they will intercept And I bet, they're posted down the block with black binocs Stakin' out the spot if sht gets hot their scope is on my knot I still plot strategies of dissipating gun powder Hit that block with an s-k chop and watch these hollow tips devour Best be able to walk, where you talk don't highside Dank and liquor got ya feelin' brave you gonna die high You speak of my death, I'm callin' your bluff So before you issue threats be prepared to back it up That evilness prevails, can't you tell? follow them bloody trails That I left behind you'll find my life is full of wicked tales Dirty deeds fulfill my needs of tragedies to enemies Beggin' me for mercy on their knees before the triggas squeezed Creepin' through the cuts, man that Yoc life got me nuts Got me juiced and gettin' looser than the pussy of a slut I'll break you off a fatal shot to show what I'm about Don't underestimate 'cause that's how most these fools get taken out A tre-five-sev will spread a suckas guts across the block A twenty-two will break his skull and rattle up his knot Either way he's gonna die if my intent is homicide He could have forty-five calibers but only got one life I know you killaz feel me, that sickness got me pumped up And sucked up into fatal ways of dealin' with what comes up It's fcked up, but that's life and life now days just ain't right I'm gonna live behind the trigger til I'm in my grave-site So if you want me come and get me suckaz if you dare Yeah I shot your homies and you know what I don't fckin' care Fck ya'll and them haters too, do or die I choose to do Norte sidin' ridin' down your block, Woodie's comin' through! Best be able to walk, where you talk don't highside Dank and liquor got ya feelin' brave you gonna die high You speak of my death, I'm callin' your bluff So before you issue threats be prepared to back it up