Letra de Big AL - Westside Gunn

(Feat. Rome Streetz)

Ayo, son of Malcolm and mind of Martin, the heart of Huey P

Shoot up a cracker eulogy, gun powder on my Louis V (Bah, bah)

Got questions with no answers like, "Is life just a lucid dream?"

It's harder to do right beside this rappin', I'm in tune with schemes

My dope on the spoon, the stamp on the package was new regime (Uh huh)

Put it in the wax paper, wrappin' it, straight to the fiends

Tarot read, you grew the death into magician after

This a different chapter, I draw a gun that's bigger to clap ya

Self lord and master, don't adore the Lord, free all the trappers (Free my niggas)

Got caught with the raw in the door of the 'Lac truck

Never had much before, my only thoughts was stack up

You either be the one makin' the punch or shootin' smack up

Can't rely on niggas, dun, keep your gun for back up (Deadass)

Squeeze the trigger 'til your finger numb then don't get clapped up

Vital survival shit, feel the high when my rival hit

Look the judge in the eye and lie my hand on the bible shit (Fuck you, nigga)

Ayo, Dip got killed (Ah), Munch got killed (Ah)

Pete got killed (Ah), Casablanca silk (Ah)

We ain't even healed before some more blood spilled

Moms lost two sons in a year

I don't even wanna know how that shit feel (Uh uh), Eastside shit real (Ah)

Knowledge from dope past, clutching my blick still

I'm godly (I'm godly, I'm godly, godly)

It was either me or him Allah, I'm sorry (Allah, I'm sorry, Allah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry)

What the fuck would you do? (Ah)

Crossover, two different pots, skip to my lou (Ah, whip)

Hitler Wears Hermes hangin' at the Louvre

In the Bay, racin' Rari's with Larry June (Skrrt)

Look at the V's in the Westside Doom (Ah)

Rest in peace, DOOM

All fuckin' caps

Rest in peace to my OG

I lost that nigga few months ago

That was my nigga

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