Intro: Meek Mill Am Ooh, ooh Em This that Philly Bompton shit Yeah, haha Hook: Meek Mill C Em Am I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (Westside westside westside) C Em Am We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy, nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) C Em Am And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) C Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga C And burn this bitch down like Left Eye nigga Word up! Verse 1: YG Am C 4HUnnid nigga with that .40 pound on me C Em Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho Am C Cash out nigga with the pounds low C Em He count on me even when I move slow Am C Come through Compton with all my niggas (my niggas) C Em Come through popping with all my niggas (my niggas) Am C You should've seen how we looked last winter (last winter) C Em You should've seen how we ate last dinner C I don't f*ck with them Hollywood niggas N.C. I don't f*ck with them Hollywood niggas C In the game, I'm the keep it right nigga Em 'Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get 'em C Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no Em Basic bitches came to f*ck the clique, oh C They tryna have me on some sucker shit B N.C. I'ma do it my way nigga, f*ck the script Verse 2: Meek Mill Am Came through the block with everything that's new Em Sipping that motherf*cking DS2 Am I can't f*ck with him if he ain't true Em They like, he alright but he ain't you Am We like, five milli on board the ship Em I was the richest nigga on the tip Am Locked down the the k*llers and the robbers, going hard in it N.C. Open the gate, jump on the lift C And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some shit Em Double in the backseat, it look like a N.C. You ain't gotta ask me Nigga, you ain't got shit You ain't talking money, I see you ?? with the topic Am You be only f*cking with niggas that be on cop shit F I be only f*cking with bitches that get it popping Am You don't wanna see on of my niggas face in the Em Tear up your corner over some nonsense Hook: Meek Mill C Em Am I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (Westside westside westside) C Em Am We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy, nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) C Em Am And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) C Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga C And burn this bitch down like Left Eye nigga Word up! Verse 3: Snoop Dogg Am Can a real crip, get a lil' bit F Em Dump on a nigga for some silly shit Am F A hundred four rounds when the milli kick, yeah Am Em Gang bang niggas who he really with (real) Am And we don't talk to no motherf*cking law Em Cooked up, caked up, slanging that raw, nigga Am Roll through the city, give Em Banging with the loud or the silencer C Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out Em Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out C Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off Em Come through the hood and you will get f*cked off C Nigga, this's crip on my, two times Em Don't give a f*ck and we'll bust him one time, nigga C What y'all thought? We criss to cross N.C. You miss, your loss, we settin' it off Hook: Meek Mill C Em Am I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (Westside westside westside) C Em Am We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy, nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) C Em Am And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) C Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga C And burn this bitch down like Left Eye nigga Word up!
