streets You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga I got my niggas The Top Guns here I got mad love for the East coast, West coast, North
your bitch I'll sleep Personal Take it personal I ain't East coast, West coast, new style or old style You wanna know about me? Check police files Get out my face
long Yeah, my face kickin' treble, you're just a pebble You're gettin' rocked, yo, E, cock the glock And let these niggas know, yo, that the west don
Yo, I met this girl the other night Hype super dope body and face, her mini skirt tight Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips Had to cross my
niggas don't give a fuck within 2G - niggas is just buck From hip-hoppers to gangsta's, sportin' stompers at yompers The mirror has two faces in this
mother died young No sistas or brothas, I was the only son When I was twelve my pops died too What a brotha was supposed to do? They sent me out West
Face to face, I overpower like bass To the climax, I don't carry a sax I carry a axe to tax and wax those who rap Born in Brooklyn, crib West Coast
Ice-T, nigga, representin', strictly West side, nigga South Central in the muthafuckin' hiddouse Check the technique, nigga Representin' for my real niggas
roses Such would astound you The joy of children laughing around you These are the makings of you It is true, the makings of you, oh [Kanye West] I do
All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Get caught with 30 rocks, the cop looked like Alec Baldwin End of century anthems, based off inner-city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face
the in crowd Here we go another day another disgrace Fall flat on my face I wish I had a bunch of money, catch a plane, head out west Still run and play
here we go, like we should, feel the sweat, on ya face, here we go, like we should, feel the sweat, on ya face, alright okay, feel the sweat on ya face
we were trouble when we first met So long ago, it was so long ago I watch you in the dark, in the dark, in the dark The alarm clock light flash across your face
'. I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin', I'm blazin', just like I'm blazin'. I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin', I'm blazin', just like I'm blazin'. (Kanye West
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Lights on, I see your face She eat me up, she got expensive taste I see you dreaming, but you still awake Big slices, that's how
You?re missing in the west You?re missing in the west You?re missing in the west
get one chance? We say, ?You better rip the show? Before bottles start flyin' an' you runnin' for the door You talkin' about cuttin' an' hittin' skins' We talkin' 'bout 'Beat dat face
baby I'm lovin' you I'm still lovin' you, honey Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm feeling you, what you feeling tonight? Baby What's that look upon your face my