Hey Sosa, let's get this straight now.
I never f*cked anybody over in my life didn't have it coming to them. You got that?
All I have in this world is my balls and my word and I don't break them for no one.
Do you understand?
Blackbird is gone and sometimes I wanna die
Just so I can kick it with my homie, tell me why
I can be suicidal though I got my moms to think about
I keep in focused mind for my homies I'm lookin' out
Keep the chopper in the cuts and a pistol in my nuts
If confronted never stutter this is west twompsta!
Hit it up and put it down although I love I hate my town
I love my homies but I hate these phonies turning sh*t around
Switching up and talkin' to pigs makin' this sh*t go strange
And now you targeted outsiders while us riders doin' things
How's it feel to be left in the dust dig your grave shady foes
You never heard that norte sidin' on the radio
I'm locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead
I'm still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' dread
Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head?
I'm packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red
I ain't known for shootin' craps but I'm known for shootin' scraps
With an everlastin' passion blastin' puttin 'em on their backs
Forever ridin' with the northerners on these southside foreigners
Leavin' 'em dead soaked in red got a pick up for the coroner
I admit a dirty life I lead jampacked with dirty deeds
Only things I truly care about is family and homies
Makin' g's sounds appealin' but that money comes and goes
So I stick close to my homies and quick to talk sh*t to these hoes
When my thoughts are in a flicker I wash my brains out with malt liquor
Olde e bless me with the strength and vigor to keep me in the picture
Cause these rivals tryin' to box me up and 5-0's tryin' to lock me up
Tryin' to get me stuck in a cell washed up like Snoop whether or not that block we bucked
Gotta be on my p's and q's never give pigs a reason to
Rush up in the house wit a warrant, think deep don't believe the news
That's the way I'm livin' daily struggle to keep my freedom
For the funk got a pet named clip hollow tips I feed 'em enemies come meet 'em
I'm locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead
I'm still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' dread
Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head?
I'm packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red
We tried to tell you motherf*ckers back in '94
We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war
We get the loaded clips and dump 'em in the sewersiders
That's the way it is living the life of gats and rivals
We tried to tell you mother f*ckers back in '94
We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war
We get the loaded clips and dump 'em in the sewersiders
That's how it is living the life of gats and rivals
I'm locked up in that Yoc life, adversaries wish me dead
I'm still crackin' liquor caps, strapped in a skylark rippin' dread
Will I live through that Yoc life, is the gun-sight on my head?
I'm packin' lead snacks for them scraps, pumpin' my wig back flauntin' red
We tried to tell you mother f*ckers back in '94
We keep our pistols cocked up in the Yoc ready for war
We get the loaded clips and dump em in the sewersiders
That's the way it is living the life of gats and rivals