Tell me why you mad for Tell me why you mad I would rather shoot before I run Pressure on my shoulder weigh a ton You should try to do what we done Make a million dollars while you young I know to you it looks easy Where your 600 Benz, where your Rovers

VVS's in my tennis bracelets Could've bought my mama a Mercedes (mama) Still bought my mama a Merecedes (mama) Put a hundred racks in my mama's savings (racks) Fuck all that bullshit, keep me a full clip (fuck it) Dressed in all white like some cool whip

(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West coast) It's something in the water (Something

Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues Leaves were falling, just like embers In colors red and gold, they set us on fire Burning just like a moonbeam in our eyes Now I am guilty of

You'se a shooter then shoot, nigga, I'm doin' my thang If you seen a, my nina, you seen it go bang Just like they do in your hood, they do it in mines, mayne I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin' playin' Yeah, oh, yeah What the fuck you lookin'

That you're in love with me I, I'm hooked on a feeling I'm high on believing All the good love When we're all alone Keep it up girl Yeah, you turn me on And I'm high on believin' I can't stop this feeling

Choose what you wish to believe Choose what you wish to see The hatred one can't ignore Let the gathering begin You say you don't know what its all about Just look around, you'll see there is no doubt The worms and maggots gather for the feast An endless

I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it

Baby, I ain't got no time for you (No Time, No Time) I gotta keep it all the way 100 I'm to busy chasing money Is you fucking with me? I'm really in the streets I don't want you to leave But if I gotta choose No, I ain't got no time for you So what am I

This impossible year There's no sunshine There's no good times There's no you and me Only black days and sky grey And clouds full of fear And storms full of sorrow That won't disappear Just typhoons and monsoons