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[Verse] Eastside to The Westside, talkin', nigga, we on I got the juice, they got a taste of who really on Worked to be up here, we up, go tell a friend Beat my bands every time we **** up and **** them That we ballin', if you don't D up, you feminine Bars haven't been this peanut since Eminem The yellow bag or the rapper with yellow hair I ain't amazed when they say I'm the wave like Hello There I'm New York like Yankee Fitteds and Pelles Fuck with the LA Leakers, I'll leave you leakin' in LA And leave it up to me and I'll roll a leaf in the telly They just told me I can't smoke in it, I'm chokin' in Front of the supervisor like I don't smell any smoke Whole crew with me, they done charge my room 250 I waited 'til he finished his shift around 2:50 Then he's done, I'm tryna keep it one hundred like two fifties Word I get from Houston that turn you to new Whitney Talkin' mad shit, suckin' on that glass dick The MAC-10 on the dresser with the TEC in the last drawer They got me fucked up like sex on the last floor I'm shittin' on this beat, shitted on Mask Off The instrumental poppin', I'ma rock it like blast off I spaz, dawg, the voice of the nation Kill everything I hear like noise cancellation Damn! Are these some new headphones? Dre, I need some beats, not new headphones I mean, I take the beats, but I got some new headphones And I don't see the point of walkin' with two headphones Suede shoes, blue Elvis with two red notes Fuck you, I'm Rudolph, top the new red nose Red nose, Rudolph, root off top like roof from jump, no, I ain't a nice guy I always win, I never look at the bright side When he ride by, I always look at the right side 'Cause most of the time the passengers are choosin' to drive by He looked at me, you thought he looked at Lucifer's eyes I know you came with two niggas 'cause you scared of my side Pussy, two niggas clappin' in the air like a high five My niggas knock knock, one in your face Was at the bottom, now I'm waving Number One in your face I Number Two, don't use your girl, I Number One her face (Huh) She like that kinky shit, I put no one in her place Look, I want a crib in LA, I want one in The Bay One for my two sons, my daughter, and the one in her way One for my mom, sister, brother on the Florida Lakes Get my father but fuck him, would I have a wonderful day Like here, test me, I don't think they really would Ikea, get it? The shit from Ikea, it really wood Don't fuck with them in the hoodies, it really hood They grew up with no guidance, cool for they pro-violence Deeper than a small island, you'll die over silly looks Look, he shakes when shaking my hand, he really shook He Big Willie when he come to the city until he looks See my dogs surround him, foaming, forming around him Big dog on The Gram took, look at that picture that kitty took Watch diamonds got that Hello Kitty look It's not real, like a mountain with dead rappers When I feel spirits, I sit still, switch and tell you how Pac feel You can talk to Biggie Smalls through me, I start shaking and turn to ODB Oh shit, I'm Pun, no comp, I sweep rappers like I'm OCD I can stop, I just ODB but I'm not, huh Shout out to those who never sold me beats And let me have it for the crowd like you don't owe me Heat It's heading to the top, watch If it's OD heat It's Heat games for life or he can watch the Lakers when he want it But now he looking from Kobe's seat, sweet The whispers sound like a slow leak These niggas is talking, I wanna hear the money speak They talk about the young Spanish kid with the funny teeth Ha ha, I've been trying to fix him forever, it's true But like this and after i fix them I'm better than you With a lisp I'm talking like this I'm better than you Superior to you, forever it's true, don't be surprised When I get on I'ma be on it's inevitable I'ma make hits like I'm forgettable too, talk to me Swae Lee My future bright, these labels talk to me crazy I'm dunking it after I cross them, get off of me, baby Force them to the corner, there's nothing you can offer me, baby I mean, you can run for the coffer and maybe get us some Dutches I put rappers in the coffin, don't blame me The cost of you taking a loss in this point of your career Will have you looking forward to workin' a regular job in the office with Amy You'll be their security guard with no choice but to hear the stories of her divorce and her baby Her baby daddy dropped in the Porsche from the orphanage, baby