(B-Brazy)  check this out relative nigga  take this lil' 45.000 nigga   and buy you a b(c)utless, a coupè nigga  and a dope sack nigga  and do what the fuck you supposed to do nigga  and let these niggas know what's happ'nin    (Green Eyes)  back up in the mix with some gangsta shit  I know you didn't think I'm doin a flip  or switched my script  32 months of hard time and grindin  and I can't wait to touch down and get back to rhymin  for so' gangsta green eyes gon keep it on the reala  and for my scrilla, nigga this is anybody killer  yeah muthafuckas I banged on wax  but that's where you got me twisted at  cause I banged on facts  with trizzele on my clip as I load  and you can tell I'm a G my nigga  by the way I hold it ('wood! 'wood!) *means ingleWOOD*  never foldin, unloadin when I'm under pressure  50 G's ta lick and not a penny lesser  so I guess I gots ta come with that heat  and put it down for all my true niggas in the streets  so give it up, Inglewood, that's the hood we claim  when we westside muthafuckin gang-bang    (Chorus) 2x  I done banged on wax and I done banged in the pen  now I'm bangin on your punk-ass just once again  so if you feel I ain't real and wanna test my heart  nigga you know where I'm at: Darby-muthafuckin-Park    (Green Eyes)  I done told you once, I done told you twice  fuckin with me is like fuckin with your life  westside Inglewood and I'ma ride for it  in a moment of silence call out my homies that died for it  so all my life blood I'ma keep it real  for all my niggas stressed out behind these punk-ass deals  can you feel, I spell blood for this shit  and on my hood I got love for this shit  cause this gangsta shit is somethin you can feel  especially when it's comin from a nigga that's real  young sick-ass niggas, YG's when we roll  matter of fact packin tec B.G.'s on hood patrole  I don't parole and I'm still servin  it's fuckin with my nerves but I gotta flip this bourbon  haven't you heard that '98 is a straight paper chase  so what you gon do when my Gat's in your face    (Chorus) 2x    (Green Eyes)  now it's about time for me to speak up my mind  and get some shit off my chest and clear up this mess  cause some cured about niggas got shit crossed up  I'm lookin for the other 2, 1 already got tossed up  for speakin upon shit and ain't doin nothin  you bitch-ass nigga, you done pushed my button  wanna smile in my face and talk behind my back  while I was incarcerated, now your ass is gettin faded  I gave up the [(name of a set)]   because that's the block where I grew up  I bangs with the 8's so the deuce is what I threw up  any questions, ask me now, nigga fuck later  cause when I was in the pen nigga  I was knockin out heavy weighters and playa haters  ain't got shit ta say ta me  much DAMU love to each and every Y.G.  in the pen, the hood, the county nigga, whereever you at  2 muthafuckin A's ups and blaze a sack nigga    (Chorus) 2x    ...shout outs till the end...  (typed by: Timo.Scheffler@allgaeu.org)