Lookin for a Murderer

[Chorus]
Lookin' for the murderer who roam the streets of Westwood
Lookin' for the murderer who roam the streets of Westwood
Lookin' for the murderer who roam the streets of Westwood
Lookin' for the murderer who lookin' for the murderer who
Lookin' for the lookin' for the lookin' for the murderer

Shit deep, hoe, Westwood Click

Lookin' lookin' for the murderer
Lookin' lookin' for the murderer

[Verse 1: Myke Myke]
Westwood Streets is where I dwell, deep in the heart, now Westwood bound
I sweat the track and L-B-G to get up on a quarter pound
Scoop my niggas Biggie and Mac E, I'm straight from Double Tree
Roamin' through the Western Park with drill on the side of me
No anna in the hood, we stick together just like crazy glue
Player hataz try to test this shit that's when they force us to
Get up out our P-I-D you D-I-E that's how it be
Drag you through the woods and hang your body from a fuckin' tree
My hood is filled with killers, dope dealers, money makers jawn
Born and raised a thug, if you step to us that ass is gone
Ain't no love, can't you tell, nigga, we forever thick
Friday night's I'm in the club, claimin' Westwood bitch

[Chorus]
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself

[Verse 2: Marco The Don]
I'm creepin' through the darkness so I never [?] killa [hood?]
W-E-S-T strictly for my P-I in the woods
Clickin' with them killas on another [on the?] couple ride
Sweet Talk pass that blunt so we can smoke out on the homicide
Chi Chi on the devel shit, I guess he fucked up in the brain
Murder One the Maliki, he strictly mentally insane
You bustas that I'm disrespect, my hood this shit goin' make my day
Glock up to your dome, funeral home is where you hoe for lay
D.T.P. up in this bitch, yeah, they fuckin' up the scene
Westwood comin' supa deep, we hittin' bitches for your brain
Anna chrest to air the atmosphere but still I'm full of funk
Never will appear, punk, the Westwood killas stayin' crunk

[Chorus]
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself

[Verse 3: Marco The Don]
I'm chillin' like a villain cause I'm [cooler?] then a fuckin' [?]
Standin' on the corner, marijuana swisher in my hand
Label the unholy one cause really I don't give a fuck
Look out strictly about my hustle, test thst shit I'm fuck you up
Clickin' with them Westwood killas, buried bitches in the ditch
Myke Myke got the shovel, talk about the lower level shit

[Verse 4: Myke Myke]
Every now and then we got a bitch who try to test this shit
Get out on the heavy dope and leave you body bloody, bitch
Maliki, Tony B, [?], Geeky T, GG Money [?] the all them niggas down with me
So do you get the message, this for all you hoes who's hate this click
I never leave the hood I'm forever Westwood bitch

[Chorus]
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself
Westwood bitch, Westwood bitch break yourself