Stayin’ True

[Verse 1: Lil West]
Well is that furr skinned nigga, yeah, that nigga named Lil' West
Boomin' on this boomin' track, slangin' nothin' but the best
With that nigga Shawty Pimp, walkin' with the gangsta limp
Pimpin' hoes in '94, yeah, that's the way the shit go
The nigga that charge the bitches, knockin' stitches
Make 'em lose their bridges, london bridges fallin' down
With my nine Glock sound
The King of all kings, and the pimp of all pimps, you the bitches of all bitches
Makin' my pockets thick for riches, see, you done crossed me in the game
With that foolish gang-bang, who's to blame?
I blame you mane, my four-five Glock will put you to shame
Another nigga, on that other level, kickin' lyrical pimpin', bitch
You got me fucked up, If you think I'mma' take all that bullshit
Rata-tata, whoever I scatter, just to make my pimpin' phatter
I'ts all about respect, fuck all that cars and the fake
Shit, I'm loadin' up my TEC, for all you niggas talkin' shit
I'm finna' go and make a hit, on your motherfuckin' clan
You punk-ass niggas, I just can't stand, claimin', aimin', like you got clout
Bitch, you dont know, what this all about, is all about that money, mane
That white-man crack, still fryin' your brain, this is your brain on drugs, nigga
Beat me to the punch here, how the fuck you figure
Man, I fucked up [?] in the wrong place, kill you quick, without a trace
When I'm trough kickin' pimpin, i'ts time to do a stang, nigga
Four-five Glock, we gon' kill 'em, my nigga Spade gon' pull that trigger
Shawty Pimp, jump in the ride, gotta' find some place to hide
Ridin' deep in the showdown left out niggas, that don't know how to act
Five niggas just got away, smoke the hay, livin' day by day
Ain't barrin shit, I'm straight legit, me and my niggas never slacked up, bitch
Fuck you, bitch, and your whole damn crew
Lil West is a nigga, that's stayin' true

[Verse 2: MC Spade]
I got a AK-47 pointed at your motherfuckin' ass
Try to treat me like a ho, I got to shoot your ass, fast
All up in my face, about some scandalous funky-ass ho
S-P-A-D-E, is finna' let you motherfuckers know
Jockin' ain't to healthy, look my nigga, you gon' wind up dead
Laid off in his bitch, with two bullets in your fuckin' head
Pimpin' is what's makin' money up in 1994
Bitches make the clientele, motherfucker you ain't know
Better ask somebody, buster, 'cause this shit right here is deep
Last time I heard, you was somewhere suckin' some niggas dick
Mane, you ain't too trill, if you walkin' by the ho
Breakin' bitches is my business, gotta make some cash flow
Better listen if you wanna learn, 'cause that shit is weak
If you wanna make some money, put your bitches on the street
Schoolin' niggas on this pimpin,' but I really thought you knew
Mane, I pop it off my bitches, 'cause a nigga is stayin' true

[Verse 3: Shawty Pimp]
They call me Shawty Pimp, 'cause I'm the thrillest of the troop
She's fuckin' one me, bitch, when that old shit, be buckin' you
You tell me, that you got it in your pocket
Boy, you sick
You kissin' on that bitch
When all the time, she suckin' dick
You jealous, 'cause I'm havin'
And you just can't make no green
But niggas on the gank, I keep a loaded magazine
I never let my business get to high, I keep it low
'Cause niggas talk about my business, everywhere I go
I claim that I'm a pimp, because these busters just ain't true
You tryna' pimp a bitch, but really that ho is pimpin' you
You call her everyday, because you shoppin' for that bitch
You tell her that you love her
When that bitch just ain't the shit
So, I'mma lay the six, ninety-nine straight to you
'Cause we players on this funky-track
And always stayin' true

[Verse 4: Fresh LD]
I'ts all about the money, I gotta' make it
Can't be no fake, carin' all these junkies
They hit they needs
Gotta' make my cheese, off these bitches
You know, I got 'em
That ass, I'm stabbin', If I ain't, I'm on the track, boomin' some crack
I could not never, pass up a chance, just to romancin'
You niggas, you gettin' jealous, all because I'm handsome
Altough, I might be high-profile, I keep a low-pro style
A little bit more [gone fed up?], I warm it up like a sweater
A money makin', fly, smooth, honey go-getter
Before I go, I would like to sent out a shouty
MC Spade, Shawty Pimp, Lil Roy
Peace, yo, I'm outie