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Artist: Westside Connection
Song title: Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K



In about four seconds,a gangsta will begin to speak


Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style

And pullin 211's ever since TAA-DOOW

There's ten million ways to die

Choosin Mack and hit the boopin floosin

Off this gang-bang music

So all I'd wanna got the room stumped

I'm smokin,make dough like Trump

Cookin ?? to they chunk,punk!

Straight off dust,nigga trust I bust

And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us

It's off the hook,nigga,I'm a Westside crook,nigga

The forty motherfuckin dollars on my books,nigga

I'm not an MC,I'm not a G

I mean I'm A-to fuckin-Z and everything in between

Rappers like gangbangin cos I'm in it to the fullest

And my hood ain't never dodgin bullets

It's all about the Bloods and Crips,no one tri-ips

Colours and dips,bitches and chips,nigga!


What's this my ?? low-grader system

That takes puff B-I-itches on the premises

Nigga be dissin on a down low

So now my motto's: "Fuck every rapper from the East and the West Coast"

New School,Old School,I hate you motherfuckers

I'm steady plottin,cracklin my ass wit'cha album covers

Cross em out and put a'K

Then no Saint days,nigga,then run the fuckin holidays

[Chorus 3x: Ice Cube, Mack 10, WC]

'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K!


Nigga! To South Central L.A.!


Goddamn nigga!This shit make me sick

All these West Coast cowards ridin New York beat (Brrgh!)

Busters get sprayed wearin high-top fades

And Cango's backwards with dark-ass shades

No switchblades,nigga,we shoots

That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots

So kill the action,punk,hootchie bitches clown

Nigga get your sag on and keep your pants legs down

Check it! Ho shut your mouth and get naked!

I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record

No R&B tracks,just niggas on wax

Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps

Every nigga in the industry wanna rap with me

Like it's all good,you ain't from my hood

Nigga,I don't even like your shit,I don't like your form

I'm true,your through,nigga FUCK you!

Nigga get off,this shit is wacked

Fuck that,I bust you in the can with a motherfuckin propajack

Spit on ya,shit on ya when I get on your pissil

You're goin up and your fuckin cos I ain't lovin none of ya

And even the female rappers are gettin smacked

Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back

Cos I'm a westside Connection hista

Bored from a lover dishin nothin but (?foolers?) and dirty rubbers




In about four seconds,a killa will begin to speak


Now you can cross out the busters and snitches

B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood bitches

From the niggas I know in the streets I run through

Swear to god bitch,real it ain't one dog and no(body)

So watch what you say,who ya talkin bout,ya tweakin

And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya bitch ass is speakin

I'm sick wit it,cappin'cha dome till I hit it

This Westside Connection,Cypress know they can't fuck with it

Use to get kisses and hugs,now I'm servin ya slugs

Fuck B-Real and Muggs,y'all niggas ain't no fuckin thugs

Be all surprised,everybody dies

From Columbian neckties covered with fright

Ya fuckin maggots,ya fuckin faggots

I shoulda hurt you,every motherfucker that I know wanna hurt you

So when I pull my spray-can to spray

I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherfuckin day

I once knew this bitch by the name of Q-Tip

Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta shit

Behind closed doors,runnin his mouth like a trick-in

Till this nigga bout the name of Dove caught him slippin

Tied his ass up and threw him in the truck

Put an apple in his mouth and dug his ass out

I ?? lead him then down his body stashed

In a trash bag with a cue-cover in his ass



Don't go chasin waterfalls

Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to

Punk ass motherfuckers!


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