G’s From The Otha Side

They said big man was mad, said my time has come
[So I jammed the whole barrel with dirty mouth full of gun]
Tappin' my telephone, knowin' when I was home
But didn't now I had access to the 44 chrome
Heard a knock at the door, didn't ask who it was
But I knew what they wanted was the otha side blood
Now the payback was pain but the job wasn't done
I busted right through the door breakin' off only one
I ran outs the back door, jumped into my ride
Chased em down the street and slammed em right to the side
They tried to cover their face but it just didn't do
Puttin' nothin' but holes till them fools wouldn't move
With a period they go delirious
Only fools that come to ghetto take us serious
They tried to hit up a [mitch] and they still ain't shit
Cause they still couldn't figure who they dealin' with

[Chorus]
Tip tip hollow tip toe I'm a G form the otha side
Motha fuckers you don't know me
Creepin' through your hood I seen them BG's from the otha side
Motha fuckers you don't know me
We got's the west side (sown[shown'?] up)
We got's the BG's on the other side (throwin' it up)
We got's the west side (west side) sown[shown'?] up
We got's the BG's on the otha side (throwin' it up)

Its been so so long since I've been gorwin' my shit
Now I'm backs likes a pirate comes to jack your ship
So raise the fucks out yo (ride), lets me gets in (side)
While I whips this (tale) abouts the (otha side)
Now every night at Halloween [motha?] 4th of July
So trick or treat even if ya creep everybody die
So watch yo back watch yo back while we creeps it slow
Who was [woofin] on my drivebys in 94'
They gotta be tricks off the ship tryin to be yo fried
Once the ship takes sail watch them take their swim
So takes a long stroke they best not know how to float[flow?]
I got they Mommas still complainin' bout them I wrote
So whats the fucks out the hood it ain't no good
And if ya homies wanna trip than I thinks we should

[Chorus]
Tip tip hollow tip toe I'm a G form the otha side
Motha fuckers you don't know me
Creepin' through your hood I seen them BG's from the otha side
Motha fuckers you don't know me
We got's the west side (sown[shown'?] up)
We got's the BG's on the other side (throwin' it up)
We got's the west side (west side) sown[shown'?] up
We got's the BG's on the otha side (throwin' it up)

Tip tip hollow tip toe I'm a G form the otha side
Motha fuckers you don't know me
Creepin' through your hood I seen them BG's from the otha side
Motha fuckers you don't know me
We got's the west side (sown[shown'?] up)
We got's the BG's on the other side (throwin' it up)
We got's the west side (west side) sown[shown'?] up
We got's the BG's on the otha side (throwin' it up)

They claimin' they don't die, they sayin' that they multiply
Now thats a damn lie, blew his head off to the fuckin' sky
Bust it in the air just to know that's I could
Now every single badge in my city in my hood
Lookin' for the set, thinkin' up to mo shit
You can knock the one time fools to save the west west bitch
Backs off my line motha fucka when I speak
[Cuz we can fuck rats to pudle in da street?]
Cuz where I come from motha fuckas they soft
And where I'm from if ya soft then ya lost
Get the fuck away from me treat you like the enemy
Wanna get back in motha fucka yous crazy

[Chorus]
Tip tip hollow tip toe I'm a G form the otha side
Motha fuckers you don't know me
Creepin' through your hood I seen them BG's from the otha side
Motha fuckers you don't know me
We got's the west side (sown[shown'?] up)
We got's the BG's on the other side (throwin' it up)
We got's the west side (west side) sown[shown'?] up
We got's the BG's on the otha side (throwin' it up)

As we left enemy territory we saw the police and ambulance pass fast in a hurry
Thinkin' about them dead motha fuckas we left on the cement
Men underneath, raw dear early retirement
We hit the gas pedal to the floor, just another casualty of a gang war
Then we was spotted by the fuckin' patrolin'
I was the doormen, I waited till he got closer then I shot his ass in his abdomen
Watched his guts splatter
The police helicopter chased us down on the off ramp
We got out and strait started sprayin' they ass like the fuckin' Nazi concentration death camp
Leavin' them homeless as we drove away in a slow place
Now its they turn to be in the hole like they did my ace
Found dead on the front grass, G's from the otha side kickin' that motha fuckin' ass