[Intro: Jay Worthy]
Like we always do about this time, hahaha
Ayy, what's happenin', what's happenin', though
It's your boy P Worthy, tapping in all the way from the Westside
Bompton, though
I got my n***as in this bitch right now, though
Hopout Rosecrans, Slumlord Trill (JS)
Lil Duece, and that n***a Hitta J3, YS what's happenin'?
Finna kick some mo' funky shit

[Verse 1: Slumlord Trill]
Don't get caught in the jungles or a park called Gonzalez
[?] with some P-Funk riders
Way before rap, me and Worthy been slidin'
I used to keep a sack and a strap filled with hollows
Back when big face had a spot on [?]
I was serving n***as pills, try to rob me, get killed
Five foot bitch, she too tall to get bussed on
Westside jungle stone bloods, no cut though

[Verse 2: Hopout]
What's the topic? Rosecrans, [?] or Bompton
Process of sending boxes and proper sealing the content
Hood prophet, spit toxins, you know shit can get toxic
Smoke, we hotbox it, Hopout with all of the nonsense
You cats known for beginning and ending the conflict
Body, that's my prerogative
I gets my main bitches with diamonds and trips
Barefooted sitting on islands
Permits, we check slips, don't slip inside of that island, n***a
[Verse 3: Jay Worthy]
Just a Westside n***a [?] I chuck my P high
Sliding down two fifth, n***a, I'm to the Eastside
They never heard me brazy slapping out of a G ride (Woah)
I show you how to do it like the greatest of all time (Blood)
[?] had to do it for [?]
[?] n***a, yeah, I'm from both sides
Banging on wax, we only heard of the b-side
In the bity where it's brackin', blood, I live in the beehive

[Verse 4: Hitta J3]
Worthy, let me kick that funky shit, look
We'll leave a hole in him like a peace sign
You can get your head bust speaking out these blinds
[?] gotta watch every car that creep by
Better use your head, blood, this pistol love to read minds
Bet your last, wrong mean mug and them triggers blam
Put on by the homies, chuck it up and start shaking hands
Bernie's in the Mac-10, they like what's that?
They don't know, that was back then
Snitching wasn't tolerated, gunpowder, love the fragrance
All gangs are shy when enemies get eliminated
Flag on burgundy, my jungle stone cherry flamin'
Raised off the nonsense, we create the conflict
Fill 'em with the hot shit, they run when the chop rip
Memories, long live the fallen, ayy, I been on the block since
[Verse 5: YS]
I been on the block since knee high, ducking the one time
Ain't no hesitation up in my blood, 'cause I'm gon' bust mine
It's crunch time, hit 'em up like 'Pac, he in a ghost ride
Who won't slide? Campanella, West, bitch, I'm from both sides
All my n***as gone living through me 'cause I got soul ties
Opps cliquing up, we bought more guns, we slide on both sides
My young n***a a demon, plus he mean it, and he gon' ride
I ain't tryna make it even, come through squeezing and we fiendin'
It's a body for a body, we ain't killing for no reason
Never turning on the gang 'cause I consider that shit treason
N***a jumped up in that water, tried to swim and now he sinkin'
Tryna leave a body stiff, I'm too legit, I'm known for creepin'