I came from a hill, where the danger is real/
wa*kstas don't come around because the gangstas will k**
Still thinking you ill? (Nah) You gonna have to prove it/
Real thugs don't talk sh**, cuz we motherf**in do it
Thats just how we grow up, where ever a cypher is I show up/
Et Cetera gonna blow up, forever Westside throw up
On the corner of Hilltop, I'm so sick when I'm spittin/
And f** Gerald Wooley, because that b**h belongs in prison
Switchin the position when I'm f**in still got the dick in/
Gripping the 4-5th at your temple, trigger fingers itchin
Benjamins is my business, still Hustlin and Pimpin/
You think you can do it better? (Hah!) b**hes is trippin
Cut you in the face with a blade up out the kitchen/
If i say I'ma k** you, you won't have time to listen
Cuz I already did it and I got your body hidden/
And I'll get away with it, cuz I did it with no witness
I'm back! (Echo out)