West Side Code

الوصف

[Intro] (Sound of sirens wailing in the distance, a lowrider hydraulics hiss, then heavy footsteps on concrete) Yeah... Niggas thought the voice was silenced, huh? They tried to bury the legend, but the spirit never died. West side in this motherfucker. Look alive, fools. ​(Verse 1) Raised in the concrete jungle where the bullets bite Niggas living fast, bleeding out in the neon light Pocket full of green, enemies flashing chrome Ain't nobody coming when a G is miles from home Got a Glock tucked tight underneath the flannel shirt Leaving pussy niggas bleeding right there in the dirt They love to play God till the hammer start to click Bitch, I’m ruthless, dropping bodies real quick FUCK the system, and fuck every rat in disguise I see the fake love shining right through your eyes No compromise, living life on the absolute edge Got my blood on the concrete, signed in a pledge. ​(Chorus) (Melodic, autotuned gangsta choir) We ride through the smoke, yeah we live by the code! Too deep in the trenches, ain't no gettin' off the road! From the gutter to the throne, watch the Gs get paid In a world full of snakes where the killers get made! (West side! West side!) ​(Verse 2) Got a bottle of Henny and a clip full of doom Niggas talking tough till they locked inside the tomb Pop a pill, spill liquor for the fallen homies down While the crooked-ass cops tryna lock down the town You a coward in a badge, you a bitch in a suit Shooting innocent blood, man, you ain't got the root Step to the line and you catch a face full of lead Another nameless motherfucker turning up dead I roll deep with the riders, yeah the click don't fold Got a heart made of iron and a soul grown cold Pimpin' hoes, taking checks, running wild in the street With a 187 rhythm crashing through the beat. ​(Chorus) (Melodic, autotuned gangsta choir) We ride through the smoke, yeah we live by the code! Too deep in the trenches, ain't no gettin' off the road! From the gutter to the throne, watch the Gs get paid In a world full of snakes where the killers get made! ​(Outro) (Beat strips away to just a slow, heavy piano melody and deep bass hum) Yeah... real niggas never die, we multiply. Rest in power to all the soldiers gone too soon. Keep your head up, or get left down. Fade to black... (Gunshot sound effect) [Verse] [Chorus]