For those dead gone, yeah Pull out a little little hard, show respect, yo
See you on the other side, Down goes another one, Louie shades on my face, tears dropping under them Another mother sun shot down, living troublesome Grab this dead body out the coffin started hugging him Please god why? I heard it in the cry, she collapsed on the casket, put murder in my eyes I turn it when outside, grab the … in my ride, if murder move in the circle, the circle will survive
See you on the other side It’s hard for me to face it, your number in cell, it’s hard for me to erase it Only thing I can do is get the 2 extra Glocks Can’t even say the name detective may connect the dots When they come to hood murder, I don’t respect the cops Put your case in the … right next to pops
Biggy small’s gone … don’t laugh so respect, homie, it could be you See you on the other side
Listen to your heart, when he’s calling for you Listen to your heart, that’s nothing else you can do I don’t know where you’re going and I don’t know why Listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye Ok, bye, bitch.
The Westcoast ain’t the same without me cause I’m packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto This how we do it in the LBC packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto zoop zoop this is COB packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto turn it up let it vibrate the streets packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto
I’m from the hood where Grandparents are 35 I dont bang, I hustle but still I’m certified last n-gga who shot I heard he died cause my address is 187 East Murder Drive all the pain in the my past I gotta verbalize it can’t stay on my head, I gotta circumcise my tears drop on the song, they don’t prefer the eyes a chick left me for that but that was her demise money cars and jewelry that sh-t had her astounded she searched for the essence of me and bounced when she found it I’m a complex figure, I’m a never ignorant, getting goals accomplished grew up in a lot of projects, Lochness hotness n-gga on a conquest to digest liquor in a contest to progress quicker than any in 2011, by making my thought process sicker bigger, stronger, faster homie tell me is it a fact through negative you can make yourself a prisoner if so I call them thoughts an unwelcome visitor music is therapeutic, I’ma get help from listeners I told you I’m so grow up I don’t need therapy right America’s nightmare carries a mic and I stay far away from snake fake character types I vow to never f-ck with you like I married a dyke keep it real when I make a joint streets tried to break me, couldn’t find my breaking point the other night I had a dream I seen God he was a beam of light his physical form was human being like he gave me a couple of warnings in order for me to keep my life can’t tell you what but I cna say that he was right I dream 16′s homie I dont need to write pick up a pen in oyur session, i’m just trying to be polite cover my genius up cause rappers are envious when I say I finished my verse they like “is he serious” 5 minute lyricist with an emphasis on a structure plus the details I describe in the sentances mind you my timing better be live from the Genesis I bet metaphors and one liners are limitless first I’m on the West on some (?) then the spit will be in Italy in a Gondola on some Venice sh-t bars beyond bars has its benefits I’m Favre, busted chin, fractured ankle, I don’t know when to quit (never) and old rappers when see me, don’t say hi they call me ’cause I’m f-cking with Shady I say okay bye
[Chorus - x2] The Westcoast ain’t the same without me cause I’m packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto This how we do it in the LBC packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto zoop zoop this is COB packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto turn it up let it vibrate the streets packing metal, packing metal, packing metal, acting ghetto
