That’s My N**** lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Ooh, ooh
This that Philly-Bompton sh*t
Yeah, haha

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm on the Eastside rollin' with my Westside n*ggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n*gga
(Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my n*gga (I pray they don't catch my n*gga)
Might pull up on the corner like "That's my n*gga"
And burn this b*tch down like Left Eye, n*gga
That's my n*gga, word up

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm a four hunnid n*gga with that .40 pound on me
Baller ammo, I got forty rounds though
Cash out Keenon n*gga with the pounds low
He count on me even when I move slow
Come through Compton with all my n*ggas (My n*ggas)
Come through poppin' with all my n*ggas (My n*ggas)
You should've seen how we looked last winter (Last winter)
You should've seen how we ate last dinner (Uh)
I don't f*ck with them Hollywood n*ggas
I don't f*ck with them Hollywood n*ggas
In the game, I'm the keep it right, n*gga
'Cause all these rap n*ggas know my n*ggas wanna get 'em
Basic b*tches came to suck this di*k, no
Basic b*tches came to f*ck the clique, oh
They tryna have me on some sucker sh*t
I'ma do it my way n*gga, f*ck the script
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Came thru the block with everything that's new
Sippin' that motherf*ckin' DS2
I can't f*ck with him if he ain't true
They like, "He alright but he ain't you"
We like, five milli' on aboard the ship
I was the richest n*gga on the tip
Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it
Open the gate, jump on the lift
And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot sh*t
Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick
You ain't gotta ask me, n*gga, you ain't got sh*t
You ain't talkin' money, I see you done switched the topic
You be only f*ckin' with n*ggas that be on cop sh*t
I be only f*ckin' with b*tches that get it poppin'
You don't wanna see one my n*ggas face in a stockin'
Spray up your corner over some nonsense

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside n*ggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n*gga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my n*gga (I pray they don't catch my n*gga)
Might pull up on the corner like "That's my n*gga"
And burn this b*tch down like Left Eye, n*gga
That's my n*gga, word up
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Can a real crip, get a lil' bit?
Dump on a n*gga for some silly sh*t
A hundred four rounds when the milli' kick, yeah
Gang bang n*ggas who he really with (Crip!)
And we don't talk to no motherf*ckin' law
Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, n*gga
Roll through the city, of violence
Bangin' with the loud or the silencer
Leave him on the floor with his brains spilled out
Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out
Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off
Come through the hood and you will get f*cked off
n*gga, this's crip on my, two times
Don't give a f*ck and we'll bust him one time, n*gga
What y'all thought? We criss to cross
You miss, your loss, we settin' it off, cuh

[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm on the Eastside rolling with my Westside n*ggas (Westside, Westside, Westside)
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy n*gga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy)
And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my n*gga (I pray they don't catch my n*gga)
Might pull up on the corner like "That's my n*gga"
And burn this b*tch down like Left Eye, n*gga
That's my n*gga, word up