Tiger Unit lyrics

[Intro]
Huh?
(Huh?)
Naw for real, though (Naw for real)
I heard n*ggas dyin' on the Westside, they sayin' it was me
Ayy, hmm

[Chorus]
n*ggas dyin' on the Westside, they sayin' it was me
Man, leave that sh*t in the streets, keep it G
When he die, you can claim the body, just don't come to me
Gave my n*gga a few racks, but he'll do that sh*t for free
'Cause I'll do that sh*t for him, 'cause he'll do that sh*t for me
I'm a beast
We controlled sh*t on the Westside and the East
You's a b*tch boy, quit doin' all that woofin', you a sheep
It's way deeper than six feet, this sh*t get deep, I'm losin' sleep
n*ggas dyin', but n*ggas on both sides tryna keep the peace
How thе f*ck I'm gon' tell brodie stop? You know reapеrs gon' reap
How I'm gon' tell him stop bustin' his gun? That's how he eat
I love my brother like he me, I treat him like he me
Him and me gon' do it B-I-G until we D-I-E

[Verse]
My n*gga'll kill my opps for free just because it's me
You know me, I feed the streets
When I see him, put him on a tee, then go beat a beat
You won't catch no lame b*tches with me, she gotta be a freak
Huh, ayy
n*ggas dyin' on the Westside, they sayin' it was me
You ever wanted n*ggas dead so bad, you ain't want it for free?
Man, you wanna pay your cheese, you tired of hearin' n*ggas breathe, huh?
Man, the internet make n*ggas think they tough
Every time I hear about a n*gga dyin', I get a rush
I love goin' on them drills, I love hearin' my gun bust
Fah-fah-fah, them n*ggas goin', "Ahh," that sh*t tough, huh?
They gave me a million dollars, I'm still doin' hoodrat sh*t
Don't ask me about no shows, I don't even book my sh*t
I done been shot, seen n*ggas get dropped, that's why I look like this
Brodie called, he say he seen an opp, I'm like, "Cook that b*tch"
Hmm, ayy
n*ggas dyin' on the Westside, they sayin' it was me
I probably done came out like two hundred, this murder sh*t ain't free
A n*gga might as well off hisself, he think he murkin' me
n*ggas playin' with me on the 'Gram, they think they hurtin' me
Make a n*gga burn the Westside down while I'm killin' on the East
I heard an opp just got shot, the Bloods'll call him BP
I wonder why these n*ggas' friends always bug-eye when they see me?
I heard it's cheese on his head, why he ain't dead yet?
Shootin' dice, I gamble my life, I'm with Redman
Stop shootin' them n*ggas in they legs, we want head taps
Oh, they bein' rappers? They go out of town where they friends at
[Chorus]
n*ggas dyin' on the Westside, they sayin' it was me
Man, leave that sh*t in the streets, keep it G
When he die, you can claim the body, just don't come to me
Gave my n*gga a few racks, but he'll do that sh*t for free
'Cause I'll do that sh*t for him, 'cause he'll do that sh*t for me
I'm a beast
We controlled sh*t on the Westside and the East
You's a b*tch boy, quit doin' all that woofin', you a sheep
It's way deeper than six feet, this sh*t get deep, I'm losin' sleep
n*ggas dyin', but n*ggas on both sides tryna keep the peace
How the f*ck I'm gon' tell brodie stop? You know reapers gon' reap
How I'm gon' tell him stop bustin' his gun? That's how he eat
I love my brother like he me, I treat him like he me
Him and me gon' do it B-I-G until we D-I-E