George Bondo
Westside Gunn Lyrics

Ayo, I'm from a back block on the east side, peace and war
I come from a tough neighborhood on the east side where there is both peace and conflict.

Out on Leroy with the MAC on, peace Allah (brr)
I'm armed with a MAC weapon on the streets of Leroy, giving shout-outs to the Nation of Islam.

My whole portfolio is gangster, whip with cocaine
My entire body of work reflects the gangster lifestyle, selling drugs like cocaine.

Get shot and then go on the anklet (boom, boom, boom), sellin' dope
Even if I get shot, I continue selling drugs while wearing an ankle monitor, facing the consequences.

Save this Persian rug five times a day, prayers, niggas tasteless
I prioritize my religious prayers and rituals by praying five times a day, unlike tasteless individuals.

Cells pop, niggas came through, stabbed 'em on the wake up (ah)
When prison cells open, enemies come for revenge, but I quickly attack them while they're still waking up.

Niggas catch you at the showers for a hundred soups
In prison, if someone owes you a debt, they might attack you in the shower for payment.

Bubble goose, we pulled up in a couple coupes (skrt)
We arrive in style, wearing expensive bubble goose jackets, in a fleet of luxury coupes.

The chopper on double loop
We have a helicopter circling above to provide surveillance and support.

Your body got hugged, but not enough to shoot
You got shot, but not fatally, leaving you alive but injured.

We baggin' up trouble at the W, what's up with you? We huntin' too (ah)
We're causing trouble in a dangerous part of town and challenging others if they want to confront us.

Still plottin' and schemin', on the cot, daydreamin'
Even while incarcerated, I'm constantly planning and strategizing, lost in my thoughts.

Get shot out the heroin, pray demon, you ain't breathin' (skrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
If you're caught dealing heroin, you might end up getting shot, with prayers to the devil and the sound of gunshots indicating your demise.

The yay reekin', lips movin', you ain't breathin'
The smell of cocaine fills the air, but your lips may be moving, you are not truly living.

You start coughin' up blood for the same reasons, you ever sold a hundred?
If you've ever sold a large quantity of drugs, you might face severe consequences, even coughing up blood.

Then spent it all in the same weekend, razors leave your face leakin' (ah)
If you recklessly spend all your money in a single weekend, you might end up being attacked and cut with razors, leaving your face bleeding.

Chill, let the Wraith creep, and the brick broke in eight pieces
Stay calm as the luxury car, Wraith, moves discreetly, and the shipment of drugs breaks into smaller portions.

Double Cs on the suede sneakers, I kick the real shit
I wear expensive sneakers with the Chanel logo, and I speak the truth in my lyrics.

Who you be? Where you come from? I had to build shit
I demand to know your identity and background because I had to work hard and build my empire.

Look, uh, we was sellin' dog food and we was sellin' fish (cap)
We were involved in selling cocaine (referred to as 'dog food') and marijuana (referred to as 'fish').

Feds was buildin' cases, they ain't never stick (hahahaha)
Law enforcement agencies were trying to gather evidence against us, but they failed to make any charges stick.

Y'all had the triple beam dreams, we really measure bricks (we really sold that)
While others only dreamed of using triple beam scales for drug weighing, we actually dealt with large quantities of drugs.

Shit was movin' fast as we cookin' up, we sell it quick (hah)
Our drug operation was highly efficient, as we rapidly cooked and sold drugs.

Any beat I'm on, I gotta get my shit off
Whenever I rap on a beat, I need to express myself fully and deliver my best performance.

Your watch ain't cost thirty and up? Take that shit off
If your watch doesn't cost at least $30,000, I suggest you remove it and relinquish any false status.

I'm impactin' the culture like Eric Bischoff
I am making a significant impact on the hip-hop culture, just like Eric Bischoff did in professional wrestling.

Big biscuit of that Biscotti makin' my bitch cough (cap)
The large gun I possess loaded with a potent strain of marijuana called Biscotti makes my girlfriend cough in awe.

They on Google, they wonder what I got rich off
People search for answers on Google, curious about the source of my wealth.

They see me pullin' off in that Dawn, the top lift off (hah)
They witness me driving away in a luxurious Rolls-Royce Dawn convertible with the roof elegantly removed.

The kid from May Street that used to whip soft
I am the young individual from May Street who used to refine and sell low-quality drugs.

And let his fif' off, now I'm the big boss
I used to fire my gun recklessly, but now I am the powerful leader in charge.

I drop the bag, I have you picked off (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I make a quick deal and leave, guaranteeing that you will be targeted and attacked soon.

My shooter don't speak but you can tell that he dangerous (cap)
My hired gunman remains silent, yet his demeanor makes it evident that he is a dangerous individual.

He just aim steady the stainless (hah)
He calmly and accurately aims his gun, equipped with a stainless steel barrel.

Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys, and Ranges (brr)
We carry out drive-by shootings using a variety of vehicles, including minivans, Chevrolets, and Range Rovers.

Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (hah)
When rappers visit my city, they fear for their safety and hide their expensive chains.

Get niggas clipped while I'm with celebrities hangin'
I have people eliminated while spending time with famous individuals.

I got two felonies, now they tell me I'm famous (I'm famous now)
Despite having two criminal records, people now consider me famous and recognize my reputation.

My life is definitely changin'
My life is going through a significant transformation.

Roc Nation brunch, I'm with a R&B singer gettin' better acquainted (what up, baby?)
I attend the prestigious Roc Nation brunch alongside an R&B singer, building a closer relationship with them.

If thou steal from Flygod, that's a sin
If you dare to steal from someone like me, who is revered as a deity in my neighborhood, it is considered a great sin.

It ain't another rapper that's alive that can match my pen
There is no other living rapper who can compete with my skillful and impactful lyrics.

Back again, MAC clap your men, stack the half an M
I have returned, armed with a MAC weapon to eliminate your associates, accumulating millions of dollars.

I was him, before you ever heard me on a track with Em (The Machine, nigga)
I was already a respected figure in the industry before collaborating with Eminem, known as 'The Machine.'

Yo, look back, three years ago, when ain't nobody know me (nobody)
Reflecting on three years ago when I was relatively unknown and unrecognized by the public.

Now I treat this rap shit just like somebody owe me (Butcher comin', nigga)
Now I approach the rap industry with a sense of entitlement, as if someone owes me success and recognition.

Think it's a game until I Patrick Kane somebody homie
People underestimate the seriousness of the situation until I violently attack and defeat someone, similar to how Patrick Kane dominates in hockey.

That's slidin' through with a stick, shootin' one by the goalie (brr)
I smoothly move with a firearm, shooting with precision like scoring a goal in hockey.

I got nice, practice repeated, when rappers was decent
I honed my skills through consistent practice during a time when other rappers were also talented.

When you ain't leave the house unless your gat was matchin' your sneakers (yeah)
In the past, it was important to coordinate the color of your gun with your sneakers before stepping out of the house, emphasizing the focus on street credibility.

Is y'all nigga rappin' or tweetin'? (What else?) Stackin' or beefin'? (What y'all doin'?)
Are you rappers simply talking about it, or are you really living that life? Are you focused on making money or causing conflicts?

I get you whacked at The Venetian for blasphemous speakin', uh huh
I have the power to order someone's execution at The Venetian hotel if they disrespect me or speak against me.

Watch band snakeskin, gang at the door, let the apes in
My watchband resembles the skin of a snake, and I have my gang waiting at the entrance, ready to enter and cause chaos.

Twenty K spent, that's how my day went
I casually spend $20,000 in a day, indicating my lavish lifestyle.

Bulletproof the foreign to feel safe in (I'm good)
I reinforce my luxury car with bulletproof materials to ensure my safety and peace of mind.

Mirrors smoke grey tint, it's just to take trips to the bank in
The windows of my car have a dark tint like smoky mirrors, allowing me to discreetly visit the bank without attracting attention.

Telly by the border, Glock on top of the covers (uh huh)
I stay in hotel rooms near the border, and I keep my Glock firearm on the bed, within easy reach.

The room next door got duffel's stacked on top of each other
The adjacent hotel room is occupied by my associates, who have stacks of cash and bags of drugs neatly arranged.

Me and my old plug alright (we cool), but we don't rock with each other
I maintain a decent relationship with my former drug supplier, but we no longer associate or collaborate together.

That was only business, and we done did a lot for each other (I made that nigga rich)
Our connection was solely based on business, although we mutually benefited from our previous collaborations (I helped him become wealthy).

Yeah, I'll fuck around and leave the party with my tool ringin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, let's go)
I'm willing to abruptly leave a party if necessary, armed and ready to engage in violent confrontations.

Jewels blingin', tailored suit like a blues singer
My expensive jewelry shines brightly, paired with a custom-tailored suit resembling those of blues singers, exuding sophistication and wealth.

You know my Backwood like two fingers (tuh), hustler, I'm the true meanin'
I handle my Backwood cigar with ease, using two fingers, symbolizing my expertise as a hustler, representing the true essence of street life.

Turned one to two like I'm Houdini (my stove game still official)
I magically transformed a small quantity into a larger quantity, just like Houdini's illusions, proving my skills in the kitchen while cooking drugs.

Yeah, this for the corners that we anointed (Anointed)
This song is dedicated to the specific street corners that we consider sacred and significant in our community.

Opened up with a small group of soldiers that I appointed (uh)
I started my operation with a select group of loyal individuals who I personally chose and entrusted with important roles.

I'm up due to all of the bullshit that I avoided
I have achieved success because I managed to steer clear of all the unnecessary drama and negativity.

She suck, fuck, count up the money, but still annoyin'
Although she is skilled in performing sexual acts, handling money, and counting it, she still manages to be irritating.

It's Griselda, nigga
This is a representation and affirmation of the Griselda crew's presence and influence.

I'ma loosen my collar, y'all, hold on
I'm about to take off my formal collar and relax, so please wait a moment.

What's up, y'all, it's St. Louis, representin' this OG
Greetings, everyone, it's St. Louis, representing and honoring this original gangster (OG).

And this OG, once again, y'all know who we is
As an OG, I am reiterating and reaffirming my identity, acknowledging that everyone knows who I am.

We all over the world, but somebody love us
Our influence and presence extend globally, and there are people who genuinely appreciate and support us.

This lady love us
In particular, this woman deeply loves and admires us.

Oh, we gon' do this, I'ma quit talkin', like
Alright, let's get things started, I'll stop talking now.

I'ma loosen my collar, baby, let's get busy
I'm going to relax and remove my formal demeanor, so let's get down to business.

Hut, hut
An onomatopoeic expression mimicking the sound of marching or a play beginning.

Boom, boom, boom, nigga like work, work
The sound effect of gunshots, symbolizing the intense and dangerous nature of the streets.

Westside, pop gang, nigga, throw 'em up
Representing Westside and the gang culture by symbolically raising and throwing gang signs.

Boom, boom, boom, nigga, we don't give a fuck
The repeated gunshots signify our disregard for anyone who opposes us or our crew.

What? What? Nigga, what?
Asserting dominance and challenging anyone who questions our authority or actions.

Boom, boom, boom, Hail Mary
Repeating the gunshot sound effect, comparing our violent actions to a desperate prayer for salvation.

Boom, cha-boom, told you niggas scary
More gunshots followed by an additional explosive sound, emphasizing that we have already warned everyone about our intimidating nature.

That nigga 'bout to run
That individual is about to flee in fear.

Click-clack, them niggas got guns
Indicating that we are armed with guns, ready for any confrontation.

Boom, boom, boom, Hail Mary
Continuing the sound effect of gunshots, likening our actions to another desperate prayer for salvation.

Boom, cha-boom, told you niggas scary
Again, more gunshots followed by an explosive sound, reinforcing the notion that we are genuinely terrifying.

Boom, boom, boom, that nigga 'bout to run
More gunshots and the reminder that the targeted individual is likely going to flee.

Click-clack, them niggas got guns, like
Indicating once again that we are armed and dangerous, ready to act.

Boom, boom, boom
Repeating the sound effect of gunshots, signifying ongoing violence or aggression.