Lyrics: William S. Moreno-Ramirez
Music: William S. Moreno-Ramirez
Cut the noise and stop the nonsense
You all make me nauceous
We are not the same, a different breed
Bitch I’m a god
Since you’re talking all that talk
Then walk the walk but hoe be cautious
I got 99 and way more room for ****ing problems
But you can’t
Because it’s nü
From the north-north side
We don’t - We don’t let shit slide
Put ya hands to the sky!
Shit aint new
You know we run west side
We don’t - We don’t let shit slide
Put ya hands to the sky!
I said **** em all
If you looking at me funny
Know what phone to call
9-1-1 ain’t come to get ya if ya skull is torn apart
All my dogs got bloody teeth
and know what ****ing tree to bark
Golden eye up in my skull
You bet I never miss a mark
Do it all in vain
There aint a stain up in my conscience
Smoking hella gas bitch
both my lungs are filled with toxins
Got a milly in my streams you’re sitting in the back since
You talked your shit and now I’m to my ****ing neck with offers
But you can’t
Because it’s nü
From the north-north side
We don’t - We don’t let shit slide
Put ya hands to the sky!
Shit aint new
You know we run west side
We don’t - We don’t let shit slide
Put ya hands to the sky!
But you can’t
Because it’s nü
From the north-north side
We don’t - We don’t let shit slide
Put ya hands to the sky!
Shit aint new
You know we run west side
We don’t - We don’t let shit slide
Put ya hands to the sky!