Featuring Jadakiss & 2Pac
[Hook: Tyga]
I said fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas

I die for my niggas, nigga I hit em up



[Verse 1: Tyga]

T Raww go stay Westside, killa cat pillar,

No ceiling, probably worth ten million

Poor nigga watch chilla, you ain't even gotta feel it

That's chin chinchilla flyer than a caterpillar

I sick my dogs at you, yeah

They ain't call the dog catcher, bitch

Spark the fire, no matches, yeah

So high just laughing, hah

Burners in the attic, they ain't know I had it

Shoot sporadic, fire automatic, pop a target

Driving backwards, I'm a hundred bill fanatic

Bring the static, make vows to the money, but I skipped marriage

Keep staring, rather die that nigga than live average, get you embarrassed

Thousand karats on my wheel that my kids inherit

Black card credit, told them I don't use debit

Nigga know that's my motto, I could do this shit forever so



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[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

We don't rock with them niggas anyway, fuck them

We'd ever caught them in the hood, we'd a stuck them

Things coming in, we get them off by the dozen

We about that action, you ain't about nothin'

Girl of your dream, I already had her

If it ain't my team, it don't really matter

Short stay, I'm only in town for the figures

Even when I'm up, I'm still down for my niggas

Need nothing else, don't concern me or worry me

Nah, I'ma ride 'til they burn me or bury me

Cause the truth is, niggas die every day

Heard about me, I hope you heard thoroughly

I don't switch sides, I just switch rides

Might just get a little head, let the bitch slide

Knowing that I can, knowing that I will

Far as the other side go, you know how I feel



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[Verse 3: 2Pac & Tyga]

You gotta watch your back

Stay strapped, be alert

Started as a young motherfucker doin' dirt

Walkin' through the streets wearin' jewels

Ain't got shit to lose

Gonna fuck up and bust young niggas with tools

The intricate designs of my lethal lines

Now time hard to find a job, easier to rhyme

These days, motherfuckers talk shit

And turn snitch when you see ‘em

They ain't talkin' 'bout shit

Westside

I keep a vest on my chest

Buck, buck, cops wanna hit me with the book

But I don't give a fuck

Government got a nigga feelin' stuck

While these same little sluts gettin' fucked for a quick buck

Weed make my mind roam

All alone, ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone

Over the phone, in my mind I can see her naked

I can't take it

Got me shakin' at the thought that we can make it

I thought you knew

Get loaded, can't control it

Nigga, pass me the blunt and let me roll it

Then smoke it, sippin Hennessy

Plottin' on my enemies

‘Comin back twice as hard

Like, remember me

My hustle to my dyin' days

Niggas dyin' every day

And we celebrate with pain

Pourin' champagne

Drink politics, they wanna join my campaign

Worldwide, L.A. niggas screaming Westside



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