Back to Reality

Verse 1:

Now I'm back up in the do' just one more mothafuckin' time and
You mothafuckas can't see me when I'm rhymin'
Climbin', all the way to the tizz-op
With my hand on my Glock, ready to pop and watch these fools drop
It's just don't stop, I show no mercy in this game
And a wild lil' nigga and it ain't no tamin'
Flamin', as I take a stroll through the hood
But where the fuck I'm from Westside Inglewood
No bustas allowed so fleam? chicks get the exit\
'Cause you know I'm quick to grab my nine and then I flex it
This flow that I kick ain't no mothafuckin' jokin'
YG's keep it rollin'

Verse 2:

B-D-O-G'n, like everyday
In the INGB because this is where I stay and whеre I spray
Niggas that don't be fittin' in
Tryin' to get a pass but thеy can't get in
I'm Lil' Hawksta that nigga that be fuckin' it up
Off this Chronic, blunt rolled up, drink in my cup
Khakis sag low, red chuck taylors on my feet
Strap in my back pocket stayin' true to these streets
And um, it ain't nothin' about me Kris Kross
But I can make yo' ass jump to this beat when I dump
Pump, slugs up in you like a dum-dum
Westside is the land of the G-Funk, fool

Verse 3:

Slippin' and slidin', hoo-ridin', givin' up the Westside
Lil' Hawk YG, four fingers and the B
Woop woopin' and swoopin', candy apple coupe and bick back and be booin'
This brotha Damusin'
Now, now this what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Like my nigga B-Braze you get knocked the fuck out
It ain't no bustas allowed and to (inaudible: act) your own (inaudible: wish)
Where, niggas whoop yo' ass with they mothafuckin' fist
I to the N-G, L to the E, W double O mothafuckin' D
A young G, so, raze up off my nuts
Just stay back, way back, lay back in the kizz-ut, biatch