[Intro: Dresta]
*laughing*
Yeah, you n*ggas ain't knowin'
*laughing*
B.G. Knocc Out on a motherf*ckin' mission
*laughing*
Puttin' marks in check
Cause bustas get no respect
*laughing*
Yeah, it's the big bad west side, mad ass Compton
[Verse 1: B.G. Knocc Out]
Early afternoon as I starts my day
With a fat ass jay and a bottle of Alizé
Dips to the turf and as I roll up the block
I see my n*ggas in the cut with they Glocks c*cked
Back, ready to peel a n*gga's cap
Cause in the wicked west side it's some like that
I got to watch my back, cause n*ggas know my face
So I packs a 9-double-m just to stay safe
When I'm rollin' or just dippin' through traffic
A sucker stare me down. I'mma let his ass have it
With the automatic
And keep dippin' lane to lane, as I throw up the N for the west side gang
n*gga, it ain't no future and you frontin' or you fakin'
And youngstas like me ain't givin' up nothin'
So, until you motherf*ckers recognize
This is big bad west side, n*gga, do or die
[Hook: La Tee (Dresta)]
Never will I run, never will I hide
(This is big bad west side, n*gga, do or die)
[Verse 2: B.G. Knocc Out]
Steady bangin', steady slangin', steady hangin'
With my n*ggas still maintainin'
Like a loc inhaling doja smoke
And as long as I keep jackin' I'mma never go broke
I fall shorter than a midget with no knees
While all these marc n*ggas rollin' around on D's
Please, I gots to get my man
Anyway I can with this gat in my hand
I could come up with the master plan
Blast a man if he don’t cooperate now
Draw the gat to his head, tell him to lay face down
On the ground and don’t make a move
Cause you’ve already taken a loss and if you do you really lose
Out on your life, your kids and wife
So be a smart man and come about the knives
If you do then I let you stay alive
But if you don’t then I guess you gotta die
[Hook x4]
[Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out]
I got a call from my n*gga sayin' the homie went down (damn)
He got caught slippin' by some n*ggas from the town
Now he’s in M-L-K in critical condition
f*ck that I got to go on a mission for my n*gga
Cause I know he do it for me
Now I’m waitin' for the little homies
To come back with the G ride
And take a trip to the east side
Catch a clown slippin' and open fire on his black ass
And blast on ‘em all night, cause I believe in the theory
‘Take a life for a life’, yeah
Now my homie ain’t the only one who fell
Cause I know for sure I sent one down to hell
n*gga, and I’m still tryin' to earn some stripes
So you best not get caught slippin' cause it’s on, on sight
Two funerals in one week, so now I gots to suit up
One I’m rollin' a ten and the other I’m gonna shoot up
Say what’cha gonna do what to B.G
Right about now, yo, I don’t think you wanna see me
Because it wouldn’t be a happy scene
All you see is me unload the whole seventeen
Rounds, dead up in your chest
That’s what you get for runnin' up without a bullet proof vest, sucker
Before I die I’m gonna take at least five
Cause when you’re from the N-U-T-T-Y
It's do or die
[Hook x4]
[Outro]
This is big bad west side, n*gga, do or die (x3)