[Intro]
Yeah
Wassup world?
You know...
There's a lot of speculation about the significance of the West
And I just want to congratulate all the cats that's pushing the line
Y'know? I wish you all much success
But how I'm feeling right now? I will crush ALL you n***as (it's real)

[Verse]
I went from great sum'n, smoke sum'n' to fold sum'n
Make my nuts and biceps grow sum'n
Live with real killers the past few years
But roll with focus, no tatto tears
Like a sneeze, I'mma get achoo queers
No prob, still throw back few beers
These n***as is haters, believe half of what you see, none of that crap you hear
Facts you fear
I'll let you rappers give it your bеst shot
Everybody know Ras Kass, king of the West unlеss Pac
Back in the flesh this Summer
And I'm about to put 30 inch rims on the Hummer
Slut out model bitches s'pposed to bend
And make the whole world respect the coast again
Homie, all of a sudden
Fools actin' like the way they what I always was
West coast lyricist with East coast love
But he's no thug! Here Junior
Let me show you how to heat those slugs
Trigger cocks the hammer, inertia takes over
Now you the victim of extreme makeover
Look dirty I'm just makin' my quota
Get rich, kill a million MCs retire to pensacola
Get it crackin' like baking in soda, I spit colder
Quite sick, microphone Mike Vick
Re-up! Runnin' and gunnin'
Diamonds is stuntin'
Pussy you was raised to run
Get a 1,000 tattoos, won't raise your gun
So when you get murked, I'mma raise your son
Ras the son of a bitch, you the son of a coward
Your pops went to jail got fucked in the shower
Nine months later, here you go
And wonder why real n***as don't feel your flow?
N***as revere my flow
Spit to the death of me, and break the n***a off like leprosy
Get up off!
(*Gunshot*)