[Intro]
Huh?
(Huh?)
Naw for real, though (Naw for real)
I heard n***as dyin' on the Westside, they sayin' it was me
Ayy, hmm

[Chorus]
N***as dyin' on the Westside, they sayin' it was me
Man, leave that shit in the streets, keep it G
When he die, you can claim the body, just don't come to me
Gave my n***a a few racks, but he'll do that shit for free
'Cause I'll do that shit for him, 'cause he'll do that shit for me
I'm a beast
We controlled shit on the Westside and the East
You's a bitch boy, quit doin' all that woofin', you a sheep
It's way deeper than six feet, this shit get deep, I'm losin' sleep
N***as dyin', but n***as on both sides tryna keep the peace
How thе fuck I'm gon' tell brodie stop? You know reapеrs gon' reap
How I'm gon' tell him stop bustin' his gun? That's how he eat
I love my brother like he me, I treat him like he me
Him and me gon' do it B-I-G until we D-I-E

[Verse]
My n***a'll kill my opps for free just because it's me
You know me, I feed the streets
When I see him, put him on a tee, then go beat a beat
You won't catch no lame bitches with me, she gotta be a freak
Huh, ayy
N***as dyin' on the Westside, they sayin' it was me
You ever wanted n***as dead so bad, you ain't want it for free?
Man, you wanna pay your cheese, you tired of hearin' n***as breathe, huh?
Man, the internet make n***as think they tough
Every time I hear about a n***a dyin', I get a rush
I love goin' on them drills, I love hearin' my gun bust
Fah-fah-fah, them n***as goin', "Ahh," that shit tough, huh?
They gave me a million dollars, I'm still doin' hoodrat shit
Don't ask me about no shows, I don't even book my shit
I done been shot, seen n***as get dropped, that's why I look like this
Brodie called, he say he seen an opp, I'm like, "Cook that bitch"
Hmm, ayy
N***as dyin' on the Westside, they sayin' it was me
I probably done came out like two hundred, this murder shit ain't free
A n***a might as well off hisself, he think he murkin' me
N***as playin' with me on the 'Gram, they think they hurtin' me
Make a n***a burn the Westside down while I'm killin' on the East
I heard an opp just got shot, the Bloods'll call him BP
I wonder why these n***as' friends always bug-eye when they see me?
I heard it's cheese on his head, why he ain't dead yet?
Shootin' dice, I gamble my life, I'm with Redman
Stop shootin' them n***as in they legs, we want head taps
Oh, they bein' rappers? They go out of town where they friends at
[Chorus]
N***as dyin' on the Westside, they sayin' it was me
Man, leave that shit in the streets, keep it G
When he die, you can claim the body, just don't come to me
Gave my n***a a few racks, but he'll do that shit for free
'Cause I'll do that shit for him, 'cause he'll do that shit for me
I'm a beast
We controlled shit on the Westside and the East
You's a bitch boy, quit doin' all that woofin', you a sheep
It's way deeper than six feet, this shit get deep, I'm losin' sleep
N***as dyin', but n***as on both sides tryna keep the peace
How the fuck I'm gon' tell brodie stop? You know reapers gon' reap
How I'm gon' tell him stop bustin' his gun? That's how he eat
I love my brother like he me, I treat him like he me
Him and me gon' do it B-I-G until we D-I-E