Now that a nigga's seen money, shit  I can smile and laugh  I got 20's on my bentley  An iron cage in front of my pad  And I still mean muggin  Throw up west-side in my photo shoot  And got TV's, 20's and DVDs in my photo coupe  Got a stash spot in the airbag  For when the po-po's snoop  Steady mobbin on the killa route  With the bads like pride gin n juice  I'm split proof  With the bulletproof and the gin n juice  Still mash with the men in blue  And stay strapped down with a mac-10 or two  Now how you wanna do it?  We can get muddy and bloody  I'ma still count cash, count crass  In the middle of the street whoopin niggas ass  I'm west bound crowned by 50 pounds thats how I do it  On the phone with your wife  While ya gettin beat down that how I do it  I'm a mastermind in crime  I cause disaster with one 9  Be behind 17 bodies all shot in the head one time  So think twice before you gaffle  One pellet to the big apple  All your names in one bag  Were pullin death tickets like a raffle    [Chorus] X 4  Bitch, I'm a rider for death  Slide with a tek-9 for respect  And a nigga that step gets stepped with a tek  So it's best you ride with a vest  Homicide be the best bet  For the real life with the best threats  Surprise, with a tek full of teflons  It's westside for death    Yeah yeah war, 9, give it to em  Hit the men in blue and I send it to em  Let off the deaf one full of teflons  Hollowtips spittin straight through em  Niggas scream one never seen one  Send a mini 14 in the street low  With no remorse of course I aim  The tip of torch and I scream go  Haven't you ever heard of a straight killa?  One that makes really quick to break a nigga  Fuck fake niggas and ? nigga  Leave em abandoned and stranded  Hit, by chrome cannon  And he bucked and bucked and kicked  Like a bull from the next planet  They wanna see me talkin bout thug law  You a cinderella quick to scrub floors  Behind your car door in the war  And you've got a 44  Catch me in a four-door range  Wicked language with blowed brains  With Compton's revered  And a east-side ridah no brains  This west coast mafia til death do us part  I don't step on no mark  I let the Smith & Wesson bark  Who you are? Nigga you just a bitch in my book  You snitch, and couldn't shook  Cus you done bit the hook    [Chorus] X 4    Ain't no nigga gon' step on my toes  Without gettin bullet holes through his car door  Or a broken nose, they say I'm hostile  But I'm just raised bloccstyle  Don't ever want it nigga, never put my glock down  I'm from the town where house parties be known for crackin  For 10 minutes, then it happen, niggas cappin and scrappin  Then sideways off the block, gang signs out the window  And it's fuck all cops, cus I hit the sherm with the indo  Now, I'm superman and I'm quick to shoot a man  If it's teflon, I send a teflon through his chest bones  I'm out for manslaughter, must I test the water?  I got heat that explodes and implodes like Pearl Harbor  The hood is like a mini-war, them little ???  Now I bang a gang, that I remain to kill lethal  Gets critical and it's pitiful  Cus money is all I'm in it for  In the hood on one knee  Strap in my hand yellin what that info    [Chorus] X 4