[Intro: Spank Loc & Lil' Squee Bastard ]
What's up, Spank Loc?
I'm at the land of South Central Baby Loc, Eastside
Man, I ain't like what I'm seeing or hearing on this Bangin' on Wax tape
Fuck them
Yeah, I feel like the Niggas Off the Street was the first niggas who were serving this
N.O.T.S. True Blue
Yessir
Squee, Wacc
[Verse 1: Lil' Squee Bastard]
Well, let the Bas start this muthafucka off
A black mask a run up and you get tossed
Ain't lost yet and won't lose soon, I 6 forever and never got to face doom
I got the Wacc by my side, nigga, we hoo-bangin'
You think you can hang, you must be smoking cane
A mark I ain't, a young G that's what I'm known as
You see I'm down, I'm down for kicking ass
[Verse 2: Evil Wacc II]
Next up here another young 6 (Got your back)
A young G that a rookie can't deal with
We got niggas that grab the mic and talk tough
From a distance but they won't run up
Now whoever can take it, however, whoever want to
You got beef with us? Nigga, fuck you
The Niggas Off the Street, ain't worried 'bout a damn thing
I fuck your bitch, Cuz, stayin' paid
[Verse 3: Lil' Squee Bastard]
I'm knocking niggas out with just one shot
[?] your mouth let you know what I'm about
Here I am standing at 6 Duece and a half
You wanna start some static, well I'll be getting that ass
Because I'm a loc nigga, a real Loc nigga
I let it catch you slipping while I'm looking through the scope nigga
I blow you up and don't give a fuck
Then roll through your hood and tell your homies what's up
But as we roll up, what we have here?
A gang of bustas in the wrong color gear
Me and the Wacc jump out left the [?]
Pull out the nine, muthafuckas, on your knees
Hands behind your muthafuckin heads
I'm looking out like One Time but they did what he said
Check they back for tats
Smoked they ass, Neighborhood 6 Pacc
[Verse 4: Evil Wacc II]
So when you see us, ain't no need to watch your back
Because we come from the front so you can see the attack
And when we draw our weapons if you down with us
We might keep stepping, but if not back to the sweating
I jack your ass and take all your end
What I call righteous, you call sin
But if I did this shit, the shit is just done
You fucking, with the negative minded one (What up)
When niggas claimin’ they down but on the positive tip
Selling out, tryna make a grip
The only outing I do, is takin' your ass
I'm living dangerously, that's what I'm about
[Verse 5: Lil' Squee Bastard & Evil Wacc II]
I get a 40, some bud, some more liquor
Go find a hoe and do what?
Straight dip
But after that, what would she said?
Get on your muthafuckin' knees and give me some muthafuckin' head
'Cause I'm buzzin' off 100% Whiskeys
Stackin' in the chevy, 'cause a nigga's all tipsy
Since I see em' heading, I'm thinkin' bout runnin' up
Just because I'm buzzin' you a still get fucked up niggas
[Hook]
Yea, loc's comin' from the muthafuckin' kamikaze ass Eastside, fools
Yea now we gonna head over to the [?] West side, to Lil' Keke Loco, from Westside Harlem, baby
Niggas Off the Street part 2, for yo' ass
(Serve 'em!)
[Verse 6: Lil' Keke Loco]
I'm chin checkin' makin' me some muthafuckin' money
Trynna live somethin' to keep them ends comin'
Fools tryna scheme 'cause they jealous as fuck
They can't stand to see a Crip on a muthafuckin' come up
I like to chill a nigga, don't want C
But I got [?] for that aggressive animosity
Like the Holmes Streets holding they own
50 deep, hundred straps and niggas don't want none
Still got love for the Big E.C. Street Bas, Big Devil, [?], Sykes, rest in peace
Westside Harlem my turf
Put on some jeans, Cuz, so it's time to put in work
Y'all ain't knowing so imma let y'all know
That I won't die for no Snoops, on the other muthafuckin O's
So what I'm saying is I'm stuck doing wrong
Speaking for all the Harlem 30's and, Cuz, it'll C on
Crappy ass bitches y'all thinking y'all on deck
You'll have to give me some pussy for a slice of my check
It ain't poppin' like that in the '9-3
Talking strong, tryna keep my status as an OG
Niggas better check y'all self, shit's wild
Pushing these thumbs [?] with a freestyle
A long ass road to walk
I lay a track in a mile with that manish ass gangsta tone
Give it up a few times for my hood
Staying on my colors everyday like a real Crip should
Niggas like to think that it's a game right here
Making one wrong [?] and I bet you get your cap peeled
Stomped down, beat down and choked, fool
Don't get your bitch ass smoked
Keep blasting on my muthafuckin' lap (What up)
Glock .45 pop a lil grey strap, gots keep it cocked, ready to shoot
See 'em skating them thangs plus a nigga know his ass ain't bulletproof
Real muthafuckas I keep, on the street level cuz wanna [?] C shit deep
Niggas talkin' shit, that they gone jack
Yeah, I wish y'all would so I can pick y'all cap
No, I ain't no high powered nigga
Yeah, I can get smoked but I ain't scared to pull a trigger
And I might bounce first to scrap
I might get my ass kicked but I'mma bank it back
Fool, ain't gone take shit from Keke
My mama, my daddy, my bitch or my homies [?]
Gang get up all my money
So we can put it down together and go jack some Honkeys
I'm a young ass rider from Harlem (Harlem)
And if you niggas wanna trip, Cuz, we can get it started
'a gang of 'Rips got my back (Like who?)
From the Westside 30's to the East Coast 6 Pacc (6 Pacc)
4-Trey gangsta crips (4-Trey Gangsta Crips)
Eastside [?] holmes G Watt Crips
9-Deuce Hat Gang, Watts, Fudgetown Mafias and Mafias for Life
11-Deuce Neighborhood Crips, Raymonds, Bloccs, Altadena Blocc Crips
All kind of rappers on the tip, we even got [?] bumpin' true blue shit
We gave it up to all y'all Crips, Eses, Belizeans and Niggas on the other tip
I should C [?] cause the beats for life niggas, in the '9-3
Huh, we some niggas off the street, fuck y'all (Fuck y'all)
[Outro: Lil' Keke Loco]
It's on for you commercialized niggas
N.O.T.S. is in the muthafuckin' house for the '9-3 on thru
Ya know I'm saying?
On a muthafuckin' come up
True Blue muthafuckas
You only live once, Loc
So peep game when I speak, ya know I'm saying?
We got that nigga Young Hustla, Spank Loc
My main nigga, H muthafuckin' Bone, Eastside Holmes (Eastside Holmes)
E-Wacc, muthafucka (E-Wacc, muthafucka)
Squee Bastard (Bastard)
And I'm the Truest Blue nigga named Keke Loc, ya know I'm saying
So step up on off these nuts, ya know I'm saying
Get ya own ends, nigga
