Intro
Fuck them Slobs...
Motherfuckers just don't know how to watch they mouth
This next song is dedicated to Daz coming from a Blood
You betta watch yo' ass!
Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide, got nowhere to run...
[Dogg]
Hey check this out
It's Break Bread Mafia
And we goin' against the grain on this one
All these funny hucka-bucka-ass niggas
Wearing All Stars and braids in they videos, huh
Okay
[Verse 1: Big Wy]
Niggas wearing khaki suits and beanies speakin' of guns
Pioneers o' Gangsta Rap but where they from (Where they from)
I rather listen to real niggas, rest in peace Big Pun
And Mausberg superior my prayers of love
Popped Don niggas thought the West was done (What)
Don't forget gangsta shit is how the West was won (Yeah)
We tryna have Benz and thangs, and Lacs on thangs
Return of the woop woop leavin' squares of the rain
We hardcore, what you fakin' hard for?
Gangsta Rap will turn East Coast boy with a hoe
Red rag around my mouth on the beach cruising boat
I'm wit' C.J., fuck Dre, Blood is a dike
And even when the rap shows over
It's back to the block to hang and bang and slang crackola
Mack 10 deep down you know you ain't no banger
You got paid, left Inglewood right with the Lakers
Oh, you the niggas that started this gangsta shit (Say what?)
Well, this the motherfuckin' thanks you get (Ha)
It's time somebody come and tell the world the real
That you niggas was a fake and never banged for real
Chorus: Big Wy & Dogg
Oh, you the niggas that started this gangsta shit
Well this the motherfuckin' thanks you get
It's time somebody come and tell the world the real
That you niggas was a fake and never banged for real
God damn
We just too gangsta
SUWOOP
Just too gangsta
God damn
We just too gangsta
Woop woop!
Just too gangsta too gangsta
Verse 2: Nuttz
For life, respect from both sides
Fuck Hollywood, we in the hood where we low ride
It ain't about sets no more
Niggas you betta fake you to give or you take, progress or procrastinate
Shoulda stayed boring, dog, hogs want it all
Nuts hang farther than y'all
Scared go to let me
We bang harder than y'all
Quick to get up in it
Behind tint and a slant nose rollin' doja
Niggas that bang for real
Let it be exposed
The cars and the hoes
Know who got the block locked and twist on gold
Consistent with flows and go the distance on toes
You niggas wanna bang the block, can't hang the block
And the schools and barber shops, swearing he slanging rocks
Who known for blowin spots and got it active on the block (Maus)
Off thirty six months and got thirty two month
Gangsta
Chorus
Verse 3: Dogg
God damn
I done bust the pro ham (Yeah)
Recount the nines on so that all grams (Haha!)
See me I came up poor in the game
Kept a strap, kept it gangsta regardless the fame (Yeah)
Whatcha know about young niggas strikin' the wall?
Whatcha know about buying a bird and cooking it all? Uhuh
Whatcha know about the pen and only been to the halls? Yeah
Whatcha know about The Relativez, Big Wy and the Dogg?
And after this, there's nothing rougher than mine
Original Break Bread Mafia pushin' the line
You ain't from the streets (Not at all)
You done lost your mind
In Atlanta filmin' videos fakin' the crime (Inglewood!)
And Xzibit, nigga, you funny as hell
Claimin' 'Rip for your album to sell. Haha!
I'm sockin' you, Blood
Chorus
Verse 4: Big Wy & Dogg
Over here we get high and only fuck with that indo, indo, indo, indo
If you bangin' in traffic, throw it up out the window, window, window, window
Over here we get high and only fuck with that indo, indo, indo, indo
If you banging in traffic, throw it up out the window, window, window, window
Chorus
Outro
Relativez, Dogg, and Big Wy
Here to give it up for my real niggas
Who been down since day one
My nigga Tata
My nigga K-Martin
My nigga Suge Knight
My nigga Squeak Ru
The Comrades
WC
C.J. Mac
All my Bay niggas
E-40
Richie Rich
B-Legit
Get yo smash on, niggas, SUWOOP!
