9-0-0-5-9, we them Zip Holders, Brick Runners, Real Hunters, Coast to Nostra Got dope for your nostrils too First parking lot, three doors down, we got you rockin' Gutter niggas with the shit and we got bread Big chopper, turn your dome piece to a dry pad Ain't nothin' like a project, bitch Makin' that Cal fresh and Cal word flip We set up shop, then slang nicks outta house If the police hit, ain't shit comin' outta mouth My day one niggas, yeah, my niggas I'm thuggin' with Tray-8 Specials, 4-4's, we sluggin' shit You ain't know, that's why them barons in the hood Now they itchin' to get a lil' footage to shut the hood down But we here to stay, Wild Weiss, nigga, we don't play, I'll tell you why, nigga Runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots, aimin' at my enemies Everybody got a diver come across me I'ma kill first before you kill me Ayy, cause all the guap, all the nice All the stars that I got, it started off the block Ayy, grass ain't greener on this side And on the other side, my gun still cocked Ride with the Yiki, that's cause it's mandated All type of Glicory's lil' hand caters Eager to get it, they told me have patience Landy and Rezzy, they got a bag waitin' We pullin' up for it, we in the bag claimin' They keep it copasetic, cause we act faded Body for body, it's really that gangsta My bitches be traffickin' off the back pages One-fourth of a million, that's all rap paper Another fourth of a million, that's how the trap paper The 5-0 circle, one double back later Ten piece of cookies and a duffel, double that later A lot of niggas traded on us during off-season Get you some guadaline, watch how the peasants all greasy If I could call a dead homie, I'd call Deezy He was tapped in with all the liens that we all needed Runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots, aimin' at my enemies Everybody got a diver come across me I'ma kill first before you kill me Cause all the guap, all the nights, all the scars that I got It started off the block Grass ain't greener when it's shinin' On the other side, my gun still cocked Cause it started off the block You be the prayer play for your team, that's red and blue Make sure you got bleach to get rid of that residue No chill dealin' with Rude Breakers and Vandals Blowers in the bando, fittest with the flano Eastside, Johnny and them, a bunch of half-nots Out to reinforce the blacktop, watch the backdrop I represent from that Nickerson aspect You ain't down to toss the dice for yourself, you side bet We live threats, gotta flip, take it all Fuck em' all, gotta ball, we stuck in that mindset In the belly of the beast is some shit you can dissect Food for thought, this reality, shit you can digest They feel some type of way, oh yeah, we see the curve Great bands on in the summer and then we swerve Eastside shit, nothin' is by the book though I ain't prejudgin', just keep your ear to the hook though Runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Aimin' at my enemies Everybody gotta die but come across me I'ma kill first before you kill me Ayy, cause all the guap, all the knots All the scars that I got, it started off the block Grass ain't greener on this side And on the other side, my gun still cocked Cause it started off the block I'ma kill first before you kill me