Geah   Geah   Geah   Hoo-bang, nigga   Some of that futuristic shit   For that ass   Keepin it thuggish, though   Check it out      [ verse 1 ]   The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough   Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff   Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff   Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough   My theme is I push music to driveby   I slide through, scoop up four and ride high   Strap under the seat my hood technique   As I destroy your block like _dante's peak_   Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun   On my turf puttin in work since day one   Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues   Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news   John walsh, wash me up, you're crazy   Havin my face captured 180   Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, fuck   The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck      [ chorus ]   Sometimes in the hood it's so rough   That makes niggas from the hood stay tough   Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs   16, double the stash, you do the math (2x)      [ verse 2 ]   I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack   And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack   Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin   When they ask make fast and start heatin   Niggas ain't fuckin around - dodge mine   Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down   Keep your face to the ground, don't even look   No positive I'd and all the money was took   Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches   Took a trip across town just to floss my riches   Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin   One more hit on your house where y'all nappin   Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour   The hollow point shower   The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour   Straight, eiht regulate my thug power      [ chorus ]      [ verse 3 ]   My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it   Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it   Stay down, hoo-bangin niggas takin over   G's in lows puttin holes up in a rover   Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes   Real thugs hail from the west, first rule   In fact, we the first bloods and crips   First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips   First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop   Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop   Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats   Pepetratin fresh coast, tryin to roll our streets   Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight   Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite   Lucky though, I give you a pass and let you go   I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show      [ chorus ]      Geah   Hoo-bang, nigga   That makes niggas from the turf stay tough   Geah   Westside, you know   Sometimes in the hood it's so rough   Geah, you know what we do   That makes niggas from the turf stay tough