Well - Messy Marv, Ive Low

I am the greatest\n(Well)\nWest Side up Ha ha\nHa Haa\nAyy Rick Rock, this niggas know we do it\n(Well, well, Ahh haaa)\nWest Coast nigga, for my west side\n(Well)\nEast Coast, for my east side, world wide\n(Well, Well)\nYeah, yeah, yeah\nLook\n(Well, well, Ahh haaa)\nYo\nI don’t nick niggas with cannons (Uh uh)\nBut still I’m playin' with Milians, with this up the way shit P really on (Well)\nI didn’t rob my young niggas and take they bundle like Christos (Well, well,\nAhh haa)\nI showed 'em how to hustle, to flip coke\nTurnin' one into two, gettin' sixteen like Joe\nUsin' a lot nigga, runnin' em through, get it (Well)\nThe Richard Porter of Fillmoe, gettin' money I’m down fo' (Well, well, Ahh haa)\nBut these other niggas feelin' like Alpo\nFuck, I gotta ride with my heater (Ride with heater)\nNiggas singin' to 'em, lettin' notes soft like Aaliyah (Soft like Aaliyah)(Well)\nShit, now I’m slidin' through the ghetto (Well, well, Ahh haa)\nA rock star nigga, playin' heavy metal (Yup)\nReal talk, see I was good with the math\nGettin' em whole, bustin' em down to grams (Well)\nI had hustle nigga, and fuck hirin' a lil help\nI’m havin' muscle nigga, and have heart in the struggle nigga (Well, well,\nAhh haa)\nI do it well\n(Well, well)\nNigga we do it (Well, well, Ahh haaa)\nDon’t get your little homies rocked like rick\nHit again and re-rock like brick, I’m up under the game (Haa) (Well)\nI put fifty hundred stacks up under ya name\nI’m from the cartel nigga, I’m reppin' my game (Well, well, Ahh haa)\nLivin' life like Carter, but nothin' like S. Dot\nIt’s like New Jack city, on Mess Block (Well)\nLil Nino Browns, kilo’s and pounds\nAssault Rifle’s with the cinnamon rounds (Mess)(Well, well, Ahh haa)\nSee niggas tried to snitch on him\nDouble back, flip on him, so now I talk slick on 'em (Well)\nI be like, it’s major league hard ballin' my life\nHis base is loaded, three strikes, and we all feel the knife (Well, well,\nAhh haa)\nHa ha, that mean that drought done kicked off\nAnd it’s nothin' but crack rock, it ain’t no sittin' off (Well)\nLove me nigga, me and my loved ones, play by the G Code\nNigga the bing and the streets know (Well, well, Ahh haa)\nI do it well\n(Well, well)\nNigga we do it (Well, well, Ahh haaa)\nFuck how you actin', we get it crackin' like we out on the yard\nDig up 'em them keys let’s go hit em hard (Well)\nThe object’s to get away homie so we hittin' guards\nNigga, and we hittin' heads, homie we ain’t hittin' (Well, well, Ahh haa)\nThe disposition as my K.O.alition gettin 'em done\nWith clips that feed guns sideways, watchin' em run (Well)\nShells hoppin' out the top of the gun\nMy Mama and my daddy youngest son sprung on clappin' the gun (Well, well,\nAhh haa)\nDry-cookin' the coke, surround wrap and distributin' the bird the dope man\nstill disputin' the post (Well)\nPut a few on your folks, then a shoe on my yolks\nNow I ride inches to smoke just to hog the lane (Well, well, Ahh haa)\nPimple dog man off the chain, super charged hardy trucks with the matchin'\nflame (Well)\nEagle bird in a tough spot, ready to chew out brain\nAnd real niggas stay true to the game (And nigga we do it well)(Well, well,\nAhh haa)\n(Well, well)\nNigga we do it (Well, well, Ahh haaa)