Traffik
Throwin up the dub everywhere that I go
its the Big Trafmatik from the city of NO!
Killin em softly wit these verbal bullet shells
sendin yall to hell only time will tell how hard I wail on you bastards
Bow down to the master
It's that fuckin G that murder these mc's
lyrically and physically you can't say you aint feelin me
Simply I'll kill you no if's, and's, or but's about it
Niggas round here in the west we get bout it bout it
We blast our shit so loud it makes your whole body hurt
Bass turned up all the way it blows off all the girls skirts
Rollin real slow lowrider lean to the side
Barbeques everyday while the OG's ride
Don't lie you know you envy these westside rollas
Niggas round here we sum real fuckin soldiers
Try to pop off get your wig cap off
have the whole hood on you in jus one call
Hav you crawl for your life
Die by the gun or the knife
Spit trife go to heaven on a 1 8 7
You will die by the rhymes of this westside lucky seven
-FEMALE-
aint nobody no wat da west be like/
yall we aint talkin bout texas we talkin bout fist fight/
im from wessyde compton im sho ppl heard/
wen der be cops n drugdealz n gunshots,im der wen dey occur/
im so uzed ta ma weesyde coptom livin/
yall come threw weesyde n ull be a chiken/
u beda get scared wen da gunz come out/
one shot goez deep like killin niggaz on da south/
we rep r hood no needa hate on pac/
he from wessyde so stop da hatin n don talk/
southsyde,east,n north fuka dat shit/
wessyde alwayz been on top,yall needa quit.
-FRESHNESS-
I'm a start u off wit a lil riddle//
whats four fingers up and two twisted in the middle//
WESSYDE
I was born in Jersey but wesyde is where got raised//
Jersey's bud is good, but when I take a hit of Cali im amazed//
I learned the best of the west and the east//
but west coast albums makin enough money to get bill gates crib, an not even leased//
I'm still reppin the west cuz even I gotta admit that us westcoast niggas is the realest there is, was, and ever will be//
Thats why we so damn icy that our own presence is chilly//
we turnin rain drops into ice drops//
when our album drops we makin other album's price drop//
cuz our shit the reason we makin em think twice to shop//
and cuz they love the way I add spice to hip-hop//
I'm on my grind everyday wether Im writin pages//
Or hustlin that shit WHILE lightin stages//
I'm watchin my back, always gotta sight 12-gauges//
In the streets everyone's a victim and ain't no right ages//
IT's either you down or you not//
or hear the sound of a shot//
the blood drips to the ground leavin red dots//
and then we leavin town and hit the dope spot//
I'm like superman wit my super powers//
MY reign is inevitable, call it April showers//
My aura be so mean, I step up into any room and it start glowin//
MY song come on and all the speakers start blowin//
rap battle me and your fear start showin//
IT's midnight so lil kids gotta go in//
cuz they know them gats be explodin//
cops show up, but I keep on rollin//
now they tryna take me into holdin//
but I keep on rollin while they keep patrollin//
damn man some one cuz i am ready
Yo disregard LILWES, He ain't reppin the west,
He disgracin the Vets!, I'll bodyslam him though his computer desk!,
Its the W to the E-S-t, Where people get killed constantly for steppin foot on the wrong streets!,
Hittin that strong weed, under some palm trees, Kickin back and spittin raps to some bomb beatz!,
No bullshit, we rule this, Don't be stupid, Ya'll couldn't step to this!,
We don't do drive bys, we crash the whip up in ya crip, then start shootin!,
We empty gats, on many fags, Gunz? We got plenty man,
Test us and you'll get chopped up and placed in a hefty bag!,
We the Nicest, Ya'll can't be like us, Thats why you simply despise us,
Ya'll midgets we giants, simlpy put you can't size up,
Ya'll out dated, on the other hand we'll never expire,
So fuck ya'll bitches, cause hoes down, and ups to the west side riders!
yo u niggas are now messin with the best//not the east,north,south, its the west//fuck the rest//cuz in the west we strapped wit duals//dem devils tools//catchin fakes on da heel's makin them look like fools//layin in a bloodpool//cuz were rappin machines runnin on the power to survive fuel//yo the east sides cool//but ya'll knnow that west side rules//livin a thug live day by day//in dis hood u get shot for lookin at a nigga the wrong way//without delay//wake up in the middle of the night from hearin gats spray//in da hood u have to be da predator always, and make others da prey//cuz in this game u have to stay alive//packin heat strapped with twenty-twos,nines,and forty-fives//yo dog u think not come to the west side and see if u survive.....
Cypher started: April 28th 2006 at 13:09
WESSYDE! Posted on: 2006-06-03 17:30:09
lilwes u just disgraced the whole west coast Posted on: 2006-06-14 22:02:05
iono wtf he ment or said Posted on: 2006-06-15 11:06:32
JersY that was ill keep it up Rated: 4 Posted on: 2006-06-20 13:21:02