No Yall Ain’t

Yeah West Coast
Baby Gangsta
Get it

I eat, shit and sleep
This nigga
It ain’t no secret
In 1993 i hit you
With that real G shit
Weeeeell Mr. Knocc Out
Yeah remember that
NIggas didn’t want to scrap
And so I had to
Pull that blocc out

Let them niggas know
That I’m real with it
Handle with my gloves
And pump slugs
While I spit it
Real grimy in the ‘90’s
Now it’s all behind me
I’m trying ot be a family man
Lke my homeboy Stymie

But you still BG Knocc Out
No matter how much you change cuz

To a certain extent
A gangsta gonna be a gangsta

Looking ignorant is how
They like to paint ya

I blame it on the media
I blame it on these prankstas

Shit is out of hand
Now we gotta get it right
The west about to disband
Now we gotta get it tight
Bring it back west
For the soul of every blight
We the hood we the streets nigga
Put that on my life

Refrain:
Banging, sliding
Hanging with the riders
Involved with police chases
Pimping, getting
Acting like you macking
But you really be tripping
Peeling, dealing
Laughing about our hood
Add a Crips all in you feeling
Can you feel this
Stopping nothing
This is the movement of truth
This is true

I hear you niggas talking
Dig you niggas barking
But you bite don’t match
Never scratch
Still balling
Show some rapping marrauders
What this shit you rap about
Mine is merely concealed
Homie have no doubt
Come and test my road rage
If you put on scared straight
Would not to what
Real niggas taste that cake
And it’s an understatement
To put it in laymen
I’ll blast through
Any engagement
That’s my murderous statements
Bribe through any arraignment
Take my time like a man
Write books for the kids
Before I snitch out a man
Niggas know what you did
You can’t go in the same hood
But you kept it on wacks like a true rapper would
Never argue with fools
Yeah I can feel that
But it’s a thin line
Between a man respect and rap
I’m trying to tell it to the youth
But I’m tacking till I’m true
Copping the holy water
For any devil like you

Refrain:
Banging, sliding
Hanging with the riders
Involved with police chases
Pimping, getting
Acting like you macking
But you really be tripping
Peeling, dealing
Laughing about our hood
Add a Crips all in you feeling
Can you feel this
Stopping nothing
This is the movement of truth
This is true

My niggas
What he doing
He be rich now
If you don’t say it for the truth
That bitch sit down
Put the biblical in digital assumption
This is me I don’t speak from third person
So what I say I did
And I do
I really done
Best keep it real
And i ain’t never
Had to run

But I run
The west coast
And these rappers disagree
They better keep they vest close
Dictatorship
I rule with an iron fist
Beat down a lay down
Couldn’t spit shine shit
Haters can’t stop the movement
Real niggas recognize
Any priest in recruitment
You wanna be down
All you gotta be is real
Fuck the industry
Make your own record deal
Fuck these A&R’s homie
Sock them in the head
It’s free west coast niggas
Get that bread

Refrain:
Banging, sliding
Hanging with the riders
Involved with police chases
Pimping, getting
Acting like you macking
But you really be tripping
Peeling, dealing
Laughing about our hood
Add a cripes all in you feeling
Can you feel this
Stopping nothing
This is the movement of truth
This is true

Ok these days we get paid
See that the bitch
Made a vee jay in dick maze
Suck a dick
To get the record played
And in the backstage
Hoes with a 12 gage
Only magazines paid

Look we laughing at you
Not with you
It’s different
Niggas don’t want riders in
And exposing your gimmicks
Go hard or be finished
I rap how I live it
My advice to your haters
Get up off your ass and get it

Zip it
Put in position on tv
Misrepresenting
Off any west coast living
Homoerotically bitches
Green light to the biggest
Takes life with the quickness
Real life bullet life
Put the line in the definition
Of a baby gangsta spirit
He be moving
But a spirit
Come on all my riders
Living ass
You know peel to get your dough
Never snitch about buying coke
New world west order
It’s the truth on the west coast

Refrain:
Banging, sliding
Hanging with the riders
Involved with police chases
Pimping, getting
Acting like you macking
But you really be tripping
Peeling, dealing
Laughing about our hood
Add a Crips all in you feeling
Can you feel this
Stopping nothing
This is the movement of truth
This is true