East Vs West lyrics

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
(IllWill313)
Ayy
On everything, ayy
Growin' on the East, I seen a lot of sh*t
'Member old girl?
Even after that, I f*cked a lot of b*tches
I miss you, bro

[Verse 1: 42 Dugg]
R.I.P. to Scooter, I lost a lot of feelings (How you coming?)
Z06, my n*gga, that's without the ceiling (On my mama, ayy)
My youngin doin' a hundred, that's without a picture (Free them boys, ayy)
No family at all, b*tch, we kill for a cost
You get half off on the Xans, but ain't no deal on the dog
Like Colin Kaepernick, ayy, b*tch, just take a knee
These n*ggas out here fastin', really hate to eat
Probably catch me in traffic, n*gga (With what?)
A thirty-two and my savage with me (Some buffs)
sh*t, we came from the ground up
I know it hurt you n*ggas when these b*tches hound us
Ayy, I'll really blow this b*tch if I don't sound tough
And I ain't braggin', my n*gga, I'm more than active, my n*gga
I really hit n*ggas' head, that ain't no cappin', my n*gga

[Verse 2: BandGang Masoe]
We really came from the basement, we in the attic on n*ggas
We come through swingin' them choppers and we ain't laughin' with n*ggas
They was scared of O, we was blastin' at n*ggas
Ayy, where the mask and the blender? A young scandalous n*gga
The feds swoopin' my n*ggas and it damaged a n*gga
Tend to get a n*gga four like I'm gamblin' with it
Your mans told on lil' bro, a whole panther came with it
n*gga, pistol in the party, the dancer came with it
Give that b*tch thirty-five hundred, a n*gga cancel your Christmas
Still play with white squares like I f*ck in the dentist
Still'll snatch you out your sh*t without askin' permission
Trust me, I live it
Seen it or did it, remember it vivid
You been pus*y since middle school, I know you ain't with it
So hot, Dugg, we shoot the video, they might come get us
I up this MAC, it's quiet in the room like I'm takin' attendance
[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
A lot of residue from whippin', Mas', I'm takin' the dishes
Been in love and fell out, sh*t, I had to forget it
Two hundred thousand in the couch, sh*t, I'm still from the trenches
My n*ggas fightin' for they life, I pray it's fourth and some inches
Prosecutors playin' goalline D
I'm in it for the money, let my hoes find beef
For all my bros I don't see, hope y'all make it out
I thought that they was hatin' then, sh*t, they hatin' now
sh*t so crazy in the 10, came from f*ckin' with the twins
n*ggas killed my lil' mans, couldn't even say the route
She like, "Dugg, give me the apartment," you can take the house
Came from sippin' on a rose, now we Ace-in' now
n*ggas tellin' on my bros, yeah, them statements out
Might not never see my n*gga, but I'm wishin'
Take me back to 2010, sh*t was different
R.I.P. my n*gga Soda, yeah, I miss him

[Verse 4: BandGang Masoe]
Grew up on the Westside, seen a lot of sh*t
Quick to up my pistol, hit a lot of licks, yeah
A n*gga said our name and we was poppin' sh*t
Even to this day, we still droppin' sh*t
Know you n*ggas pus*y, we the opposite
Hit him from the corner, Stojaković
The spot so damn hot, I wanna hide the b*tch
Took a lot of risks to get an icy wrist
Your b*tch get in the way and we'll murk the b*tch
So many B's in the crib, we need the curtains fixed
Your mans out of state, man, they cursive quick
Two straps on me, I'm Urkel, b*tch
I'm tryna stack it up like that Oprah b*tch
Money