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[part i]

[intro]
woke up this mornin’
you got yourself (yourself, yourself, yourself)
ah~ha

[chorus]
living in west side, it get live behind enemy line
seen too many n~ggas die, i got mine, hope you (got yourself a gun)
you steady bugging, hope you (got yourself a gun)
you want beef? hope you (got yourself a gun)
f~ck your hottest mc, it’s deeper than tde
don’t leave out the p, f~ck rap, we gon’ leave it in the streets
i hope you (got yourself a gun)

[verse]
like a pitbull grip on a mac patiently waiting for arrivals at lax
take all your gold off leave it with a missing tooth
we can do the shooting range or go an hit the booth
after gnx the industry’s still overlooked us
chop heads off in new york, i’m benny the butcher
[?] with red dots like high beams
bl~~dy vehicles, pulp fiction, i’mma need the car clean
f~ck’s happenin’? aw, sh~t! really?!
aw, man! aw, man, i shot marvin in the face
why the f~ck’d you do that?!
well, i didn’t mean to do it, it was an accident
aw, man, i’ve seen some crazy~ass sh~t in my time, but just chill out, man!
i told you it was an accident, you probably went over a bump or somethin’
hey, the car ain’t hit no motherf~ckin’ bump
[veterans?] still ain’t hung my boots yet
ain’t talking ig verify ‘im for a blue check
hitta the real crash out they knew that
in a pair of [timbos?] still [roose] step
this is ain’t raising [kanan?] won’t be surviving this
hit him with a head shot dot ain’t gotta tell me sh~t
get 50 on the phone you gon’ need many man
leave a red dot on his head like an indian
better hold your gun tight jumpin in the food
[far?] from a real gun fight love for new york
how the snitches still come around i’m from bompton
the land with a gun in town [maybe?] way of life
i’m the type to pick my gun up before i touch the mic
know some real shooters you [..] ain’t [light trap?]
acting like a k!lla you make one my bad
don’t even trust the driver i’ma help him crash
won’t come back from the dead they got him too many acting classes
like cain with old dog ain’t the type to off a kid[?]
let me catch you outside i’ma do ’em like marvin did
make [..] call a truce can’t back from the dead
but the head ain’t bulletproof nas the real king of new york
hi as you [friend?] mentioning pop smoke like you gon’ do something
looking for some cool [those?] sending for some [warms?] hurt the wolves don’t even do those
living in west side it get live behind enemy lines
seen too many [..] die
[chorus]
living in west side, it get live behind enemy line
seen too many n~ggas die, i got mine, hope you (got yourself a gun)
you steady bugging, hope you (got yourself a gun)
you want beef? hope you (got yourself a gun)
f~ck your hottest mc, it’s deeper than tde
don’t leave out the p, f~ck rap, we gon’ leave it in the streets
i hope you (got yourself a gun)
whoa

[part ii]

[intro]
i just pulled over to the side
f~ck, what? i…
aight, n~gga
you clean now
aah!
letting the guns go
letting the guns go
like whoa
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

[verse]
i know real gangsters in new york free scr~ps
hit a man like a gun store, way i keep straps
tell fif’ get you one hit ’em with a dillinger
he not worth the biggest one, whoa whoa whoa
like a prison yard even tory got a buck fifty
plus from new york come to la to get in touch with me
like whoa, no need to enter the booth
do your homework they gonna tell you, “hitta man the truth”
whoa, let a n~gga rep your city wearing rainbow hair
if a n~gga say a word to the pigs, he outta here
whoa, this ain’t what you want, i’m telling you
there ain’t been no shooters around since cass and [shottie?] went federal
ain’t no advertising guns, i’ma let it off on the [?]
[?] bled out and let my crips walk on ’em
bring [?] to the war they mistake it for an uzi
south central and boyz in the hood, n~ggas’ favorite movies
beefing with the west coast make rappers disappear
one wrong stop here, end another man career
pull up to parties, they like, “how the pirus got in here?”
n~ggas think they [?] ’til the belly into they necks slit ear to ear
sure i’m real [?] introduce ’em to a blot clot
sniper on the roof, only one shot
shakur left the east for the west, gotta love pac
you call for joey murder, i’ll be smiling in my mug shot
everybody got guns but not the ones my thugs got
go ahead, keep mentioning dot, makin’ the crips and bloods hot
prison style, poke his ass to death, not worth a gunshot
you could be the superstar and be the one that [?], n~gga
[part iii]

[intro]
ray, hitta man
real motherf~ckin’ ps
n0body’s safe (ayy, hitta man)

[verse]
since you like to f~ck with diddy, you the next pump
come to cali for fresh air, get your chest pumped
everybody shooters on the internet
stunt joey out and leave blood on my timbalands
paid in full, only time you seen a n~gga k!ll a man
they gon’ make another door slide on this minivan
leave him in the bl~~dy pelle coat
i’m fab with a chipped tooth, b~tch, who k!lled his own mans trying to get juice?
long live pop smoke, if n~ggas tryna get proof
n0body’s safe unless they with the gang, spit flame
surgical the way we spit [?]

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