Hahaha

Oh yeah

My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (never)

Hahaha

Yeah

Huh

My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down

Ugh

Yeah

My home boys might squabble but we don't fall down (hey)

(Westside, westside)

Part two of the war

Bring it, lets do it

Huhuhuh



[Verse 1: Tupac]

Cross this nigga here

Now Biggie tell me who do you fear?

Ain't a living soul breathing shall pump no fear here

My last four flashed then I mashed his ass, bastard

Fuck with me bet I blast your ass

So many follow but can't reach me

Caught in a maze

Catch em, mimicking my style trying to walk this way

Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders

No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us

Feeling blessed, the richer I get the more I stress

Smoking lye watching time fly, waiting for death

Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus

Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees

Keep my eyes on my foes, those close to me

Watching niggas catch strays, shake, choke and bleed

Me, a mercenary for the streets

Check my pedigree

Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me

Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit then get to squealing

Bitch made catching feeling

Hahaha



[Chorus] X2

Outlaw niggas are you ready to clown

My homeboys might squabble but we don't fall down

Screaming bye bye bitches

Untouchable sound

Niggas hide like hoes when we hit your town

Catching Feelings



[Verse 2: Napolean]

Yeah, Napolean.

Picture me sipping on 1-5-1

Drunk then a motherfucker

Dropping my gun

Or as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

But that ain't