Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K

Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K - Westside Connection

In about four seconds a gangsta will begin to speak

Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style

And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW

There's ten million ways to die

Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin

Off this gang-bang music

So all I'd wanna got the room stumped

I'm smokin make dough like Trump

Cookin pass to they chunk punk

Straight off dust ni**a trust I bust

And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us

It's off the hook ni**a I'm a Westside crook ni**a

The forty motherf**kin dollars on my books ni**a

I'm not an MC I'm not a G

I mean I'm A-to f**kin-Z and everything in between

Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest

And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets

It's all about the Bloods and Crips no one tri-ips

Colours and dips b**ches and chips ni**a

Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo

What's this my cook low-grader system

That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises

Ni**a be dissin on a down low

So now my motto's: "F**k every rapper from the East and the West Coast"

New School Old School I hate you motherf**kers

I'm steady plottin cracklin my a** wit'cha album covers

Cross em out and put a'K

Then no Saint days ni**a then run the f**kin holidays

'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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Goddamn ni**a This sh*t make me sick

All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat (Brrgh )

Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades

And Cango's backwards with dark-a** shades

No switchblades ni**a we shoots

That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots

So kill the action punk hootchie b**ches clown

Ni**a get your sag on and keep your pants legs down

Check it Ho shut your mouth and get naked

I'm Connected and ain't no b**ches singin on this record

No R&B tracks just niggas on wax

Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps

Every ni**a in the industry wanna rap with me

Like it's all good you ain't from my hood

Ni**a I don't even like your sh*t I don't like your form

I'm true your through ni**a F**K you

Ni**a get off this sh*t is wacked

F**k that I bust you in the can with a motherf**kin propajack

Spit on ya sh*t on ya when I get on your pissil

You're goin up and your f**kin cos I ain't lovin none of ya

And even the female rappers are gettin smacked

Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back

Cos I'm a westside Connection hista

Bored from a lover dishin nothin but foolers and dirty rubbers

'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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Brrrgh

In about four seconds a killa will begin to speak

Now you can cross out the busters and snitches

B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood b**ches

From the niggas I know in the streets I run through

Swear to god b**ch real it ain't one dog and no

So watch what you say who ya talkin bout ya tweakin

And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya b**ch a** is speakin

I'm sick wit it cappin'cha dome till I hit it

This Westside Connection Cypress know they can't f**k with it

Use to get kisses and hugs now I'm servin ya slugs

F**k B-Real and Muggs y'all niggas ain't no f**kin thugs

Be all surprised everybody dies

From Columbian neckties covered with fright

Ya f**kin maggots ya f**kin faggots

I shoulda hurt you every motherf**ker that I know wanna hurt you

So when I pull my spray-can to spray

I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherf**kin day

I once knew this b**ch by the name of Q-Tip

Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta sh*t

Behind closed doors runnin his mouth like a trick-in

Till this ni**a bout the name of Dove caught him slippin

Tied his a** up and threw him in the truck

Put an apple in his mouth and dug his a** out

I borrowed lead him then down his body stashed

In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his a**

'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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Ni**a To South Central L A

'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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'Ey I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K

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Don't go chasin waterfalls

Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to

Punk a** motherf**kers

Brrrrgh