[eiht]   Geah   Thug shit, nigga   G's in the y-2-k   Hey, what can I say? (geah)   Hoo-bangin's official, nigga   And right now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass (killa)   Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit (west side!)   Check it out      [eiht]   Feel a little gust of wind so I jet   This real nigga dwells from compton, no shit   Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales   County bus rolls through - niggas trips to jail   What the hell won't trade it, high class can't fade it   Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it   Y'all niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks   Land of the green weed and cars that ? ? ? ? hops   Don't stop - packin' my heat and beretta   Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather   Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!)   It's a done deal when I hit you run way   Y'all niggas must be gay, smilin' and shakin'   How this bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention   Never fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the trunk   4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah      Till I die nuthin' but makin' cheese   Till I die tryin' to come up on ki's   Till I die nuthin' but guns and weed   Till I die givin' you just what you need      [eiht]   Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill   Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled   Front line nigga for dollars is my nigga   But I'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers   Till my dying day I lay away   Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay   Guilty conscience? never me!   Last night nigga done caught a felony   Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote   Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc!   Shake down cause these niggas fuckin' with yours   Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door   Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope?    Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, I want more   Lock down for me on the bus downtown   Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah      Chorus...      [mack 10]   Till I die is gon' be h double o   B-a-n-g-i-n fo' sho'   Niggas never thought that they would ever see me   With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-t   We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's   Shovin' 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0's   So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens   We be juggin' up sherman - and rockin' up chicken   (what you need, nigga? )   Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch   And bust on the muthafuckin' neighborhood watch   My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 rover   I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over   I take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin'   Me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin'   Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga   Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die,nigga      Chorus...