West To South Lyrics

West To South lyrics

f/ C-Murder, C-Loc, Fiend,



[Master P]

Ha ha

One time, homocide, then we who ride

One time, homocide, then we who ride



TRU niggas don't joke check the hundred spokes

From Richmond to Oakland, I got 4

So fool don't fuck with the tank

MP be the Colonel, got gats in the bank

Waitin' for deposits and withdrawls

Got bitches in the ghetto pullin down drawers

Wanna be wit' the gidman got them with the crizam

But fools thinkin of thizangs

I'm ballin niggas straight hauling

Started from texas to new Orleans

Now the game sowed up niggas wanna role up

Bitches better check nuts, niggas betta hold up

Ain't going out like no mark cause I'm marked for death

Got the bulletproof vest with the tattoo on my chest

TRU, niggas could'nt fuck wit it

Steady Mobb'n, Master P nigga go get it

Got mo game than the Lakers, got gats for the haters

Niggas blowin'-?-



[Kane & Abel] If you scared got to church

Busting up with yo dick in the dirt

Six niggas named Paul pull you out the black hearse

I roll wit niggas with eight figures, and ichy triggers

Bring the drama I throwed the judges momma in the Mississippi River

They know the rule bang niggas up never mention their name

I asked Silkk what to do, he said "charge it to the game"

I shake niggas life like dice, got that thug in me like chinese rice Aint' 

nothin nice I open up shop all night

Like Circle K I circle yo block wit the K, the A-K that is (handle biz) I 

leave that ass looking like Jerry's motherfucking kids

I gotta pocket full of change but aint dropped a dime yet

Like Jamie Foxx if I gave the bitch some lobster moet

You know whats happenin' next

If Kane and Able representin, from South to the West



[Fiend]

From South to the West, South to the West nigga

See I'm a seventeen survivor sreaming out

Checking No Limit and every word Fiend gimme keep they punk face timid I'm 

thinking my phone got tapped glock fourty on my lap

Steady Mobb'n now five-o got eyes on my stack

Can't be hiding that ain't no denying that

See us niggas from the tank we be ridin strapped



[Mac]

From the South to the West layin niggas to rest

Macadon put it on like a bulletproof vest

Got the tank around my neck representing respect

Do my thang and I collect arm breakin the neck

I kick it off like soccer

The tech scream bocka blocka when I cocka

I'm still a soldier my nogga

Catch me G. T and D corner

I be N-O L-I-M-I-T till I D-I-E



[C-Murder]

Time to check my mutherfucking cream

C-Murder living that drug dealers dream

T-R-U and Steady Mobb'n in floss mode

Doing shows at the telly tossin hoes

From the South to the motherfucking West is how we ride

Got No Limit soldiers on my side

Can I please pop a plea if I go to jail

Homicide for them haters on my tail

All my motherfucking enemys gotta die

Cause I ain't going out in a fuckin drive by

Beeper blowing, I got a meetin with the box

They wanna know how we slangin tapes like rocks

Hurry up cause I gotta show in H-Town

Call face No Limit bout to lay it down

Independent, I'm on another level bitch

A million sold, cashin check till I'm rich



[Silkk The Shocker]

From the South to the West, it don't stop

Watch I make the South and West connect like dots

Don't be surprised when I ride act like you know me

Wise like an O.G. kick more shit than Shinobi

Young nigga ballin like Kobe, play low key, Pimp like O.D.

Flip my enemy's like OZ's

Mo game than Sega, role up like vegas

Fuck the rest you better step like omega (you know)

Be like man, I'm listenin to to West Coast nigga

Fa sho niggas, smoke you out the most nigga

Pull three or four hoes a show nigga

Call me Mr. crocker, Silkk The Shocker, or just Mr.

If not they gon' find yo ass mutha fucking missin

Cause a niggas bout paper

Steady Mobb'n and No Limit pulling of capers

From the South to the West I stay thuggin

Have a nigga back up lookin all motherfucking puzzled

Just know we bout to ride

From the south to the motherfucking West Side



[C-Loc]

Bitch from South to West, nigga, thuggin aint easy

??? makes a nigga feel queasy

Got some cheese now the feds trying to peep me

That it from me Biggin Cheesy

Aint' easy 200 gansta ass niggas that quick to mouth

Punchin time clocks, C down with shift like it eas a jock

Nigga roll something, stop stuntin clown G's dont respect stunting

Take you to that old school whoop yo ass like yo stole sumthin

Busta hunting on the cool with my tools

Playin it like awino in an alley bustin on fools

Weekend thugs I done told ya

Any fool know what happen when you fuck around with some soldiers

Now stunting with that pistol makes it evident

Less you want us to come blow up your fuckin place of residents

Hit the door befoe the phone crank up

Like Billy The Kid I fuck around and make you famous



[Billy Bavgate]

Front page Billy Bavgate

Got trapped in a world of hate

I carry late,reload with rage

Stepped back as I bust my gauge

As the super sport Impala hit the corner sprayed

Bodies layed the bithcass niggas they can't fade

No Limit soldier till I die

Nigga you can tell I'm a killa by my eyes

Fifty soldiers in a tank full of dank

Earned 9% organizing crime is how my time gets spent

Big moves I make, suckas balls I break

Droppin sacks on the spot I got paper to make



[Crooked Eye]

Twin S's I push real game to spit

36 in the bird, B 28 in the bush

From the West to the South I got international game

No limit soldier I told ya respect the tank on the chain, sucka