Cross 'em out and Put a 'k - Westside Connection

In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak

Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style
And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW
There's ten million ways to die
Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin
Off this gang-bang music
So all I'd wanna got the room stumped
I'm smokin,make dough like Trump
Cookin ?? to they chunk,punk!
Straight off dust,n_gga trust I bust
And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us

It's off the hook,n_gga,I'm a Westside crook,n_gga
The forty motherf_ckin dollars on my books,n_gga
I'm not an MC,I'm not a G
I mean I'm A-to f_ckin-Z and everything in between
Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips
Colours and dips,b_tches and chips,n_gga!

What's this my ?? low-grader system
That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises
N_gga be dissin on a down low
So now my motto's: "F_ck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"
New School,Old School,I hate you motherf_ckers
I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers
Cross em out and put a'K
Then no Saint days,n_gga,then run the f_ckin holidays

[Chorus 3x: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC]
'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!
N_gga! To South Central L.A.!

Goddamn n_gga!This sh_t make me sick
All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat (Brrgh!)
Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades
And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades
No switchblades,n_gga,we shoots
That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots
So kill the action,punk,hootchie b_tches clown
N_gga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down

Check it! Ho shut your mouth and get naked!
I'm Connected and ain't no b_tches singin on this record
No R&B tracks,just n_ggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every n_gga in the industry wanna rap with me
Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood
N_gga,I don't even like your sh_t,I don't like your form
I'm true,your through,n_gga F_CK you!

N_gga get off,this sh_t is wacked
F_ck that,I bust you in the can with a motherf_ckin propajack
Spit on ya,sh_t on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin up and your f_ckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya
And even the female rappers are gettin smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back
Cos I'm a westside Connection hista
Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers


In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak

Now you can cross out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood b_tches
From the n_ggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to god b_tch,real it ain't one dog and no(body)
So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin
And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya b_tch ass is speakin
I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't f_ck with it

Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs
F_ck B-Real and Muggs,y'all n_ggas ain't no f_ckin thugs
Be all surprised,everybody dies
From Columbian neckties covered with fright
Ya f_ckin maggots,ya f_ckin faggots
I shoulda hurt you,every motherf_cker that I know wanna hurt you
So when I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherf_ckin day

I once knew this b_tch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta sh_t
Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in
Till this n_gga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin
Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck
Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out
I ?? lead him then down his body stashed
In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass


Don't go chasin waterfalls
Stick to them d_cks and balls you're used to
Punk ass motherf_ckers!

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