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Best Of The West Ft. 40 Cal

  1. (Starts in 0:21)
  2.  
  3. [Verse 1 40 Cal]
  4.  
  5. You came with a diss...
  6.  
  7. To demons who's better than you by triple six percent,
  8.  
  9. First you was a circumvent, now you want to create a new argument?
  10.  
  11. I know you want to be a damn phantom,
  12.  
  13. That dont make you no damn bandit, 
  14.  
  15. And if you think you got skill when 40 Cal sees you hand it,
  16.  
  17. Or you ain't coming back to this damn planet,
  18.  
  19. Intercept your life like Peyton Manning, because your ego's big like the damn Grand Canyon,
  20.  
  21. After you dead, I'll make your bitch blow me like a damn cannon,
  22.  
  23. I can make death threats fo' days,
  24.  
  25. Or fuck your female family members like it's okay,
  26.  
  27. Or I can only have an bad attitude like Oshea,
  28.  
  29. Anything gangsta I can play,
  30.  
  31. For my nation, I'm the missionary,
  32.  
  33. To buy your illiterate ass a dictionary, please learn better literary, stupid motherfucker I'll shoot your whole hood up I'm in the street military,
  34.  
  35. So when you see me, dont be bitchin' scary,
  36.  
  37. Saying you all hard but in your mind you probably picture fairies,
  38.  
  39. What you doing right now wont make you rich or married,
  40.  
  41. And if you get married, you'll get Mariah Carey'd,
  42.  
  43. Got this curling up, without Jerry,
  44.  
  45. Nigga ask me if I fuck with 103rd Grave I'm like "barely",
  46.  
  47. Dora sayin' he a gangsta with a weapon that he never carried...
  48.  
  49. I'm radical, your level of intelligence is irrational, trying to battle though
  50.  
  51. Talkin' bout straps? You ain't gonna' be at it, bro,
  52.  
  53. I got three niggas I want dead but I'm adding fo',
  54.  
  55. When 40 Cal comes,
  56.  
  57. Niggas sense horror,
  58.  
  59. It's time to put a .45 Colt in this weak ass Dora the Explorer,
  60.  
  61. Actin' like you finna smoke someone,
  62.  
  63. I assume you smokin' that water,
  64.  
  65. Tie your bitch up, fuck her and have Recoil record her,
  66.  
  67. I stick to the tradition but I don't follow orders,
  68.  
  69. I know that gang shit, I know history, ya' shitty,
  70.  
  71. Real Families ain't from Englewood, Atlanta, or Liberty City,
  72.  
  73. Gats coming to ya', like the ground slippery,
  74.  
  75. Loss of yo' OGs, my niggas get victory,
  76.  
  77. Y'all try to be real but y'all catch match up to the real ability,
  78.  
  79. After this your whole set going to be all jittery,
  80.  
  81. Your diss pure chocolate shit, 
  82.  
  83. Look like it's covered in chocolate chips, 
  84.  
  85. Black bitch farted; chocolate rips, 
  86.  
  87. Nigga you broke, pockets wallet less, bitch,
  88.  
  89. Get your bitch and tell her swallow this, miss,
  90.  
  91. She asks me what to swallow, I say swallow this dick,
  92.  
  93. Followin' me equals followin' a pimp,
  94.  
  95. Cyanic cerulean toxic vomit flying up on some apollo n' shit,
  96.  
  97. Motherfucker.
  98.  
  99.  
  100. WEST COOOAAST!
  101.  
  102. [Verse 2 ReCoil]
  103.  
  104. You too bad nigga to speak upon real gs,
  105. We the niggas that are the OGs,
  106. You and your whole frog gang are bunch of wannabes,
  107. Talkin' bout to get better in rappin',
  108. Says the one with a shitty ass rhyme scheme look who's talkin',
  109. Y'all with ya weak ass aims better stay strappin',
  110. I'll horrify you make you left nothin' but dead,
  111. Instead,
  112. You'll see two demons fuck yo ass from behind ahead,
  113. Df is a Young 99 a mumble rapper name?,
  114. Sayin you unaffilated but WSP/GSF is what you claim,
  115. Never lie in this game cause that's just a shame.
  116.  
  117. WEST COAST MUTHA' FUCKA' (3 9mm shots)
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