[Chorus:]
Nigga, I'm from B-P-T!
West Side. [x4]
T-T-P!
What block? [x4]
400, Spruce Street.
What y'all doin'? [x4]
Nigga, kill off all beef!
[Verse 1:]
I'm a Westside, get brackin' in the back like what's happnin',
That 40 Glock snap like Insta, ain't no need for a caption,
I got put on by four niggas, wasn't need for no bandage,
I did my stuff like a young nigga, that's how I'm sposed to handle it.
Hamad threw a right, duck, hit him with the left, bop-bop!
Two to the chin, bop! One to the chest,
One to the ribs, the haymaker didn't connect,
Dropped him but didn't stomp him ‘cause that's disrespect.
That's how I got put on,
Tree Top Bompton, yeah, I got put on!
It was hard in the hood,
I was rappin', my homies sellin' hard in the hood.
I know Game from Cedar block, Dot from the West,
That was … that popped what's-his-name in his chest,
Just got a call, the homies just got bust on,
Niggas gotta go, we can't prolong.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I was in the county with lions, most of these rappers be lyin',
‘Cause when I seen ‘em, they be quiet, the definition of silence,
That's a principal of proof, the definition of logic,
That this nigga is a bitch, every chance he get he's dodgin'.
I brought back this West Coast shit,
And this the mothafuckin' thanks I get?
All the licks I split, from the houses I hit,
They brought him more cases in jail but a nigga ain't snitch.
That's how it's sposed to go down –
Held it down, didn't nobody else go down;
Give you a blind date, have my bitch pick you up,
Then have one of my Top members stick you up.
I know Nipsey from 6-0, C-Hood from 10-4,
Tiny Bone from 40 Crip, that's my kinfolk. Whaddup!
My whole family tried to save me but it didn't work,
Momma know I've been bangin' lately, nigga!