BPT

Lyrics

Nigga I'm from BPT  
West Side, West Side  
TTP, one block, one block  
400, Spruce Street  
What y'all doing?  
Nigga kill off all beef  
  
I'm a West Side with rackn', in the back whats happenin'  
40 Glock, snap a Insta, ain't no need for no caption  
I got put on by four niggas, wasn't need for no bandage  
I did my stuff like a young nigga, that's how I'm s'posed to handle it  
Homie threw a right, duck, hit him with the left, bop-bop!  
Two to the chin, bop! One to the chest  
One to the ribs, the haymaker didn't connect  
Dropped him but didn't stomp him cause that's disrespect, woo!  
That's how I got put on  
Tree Top Piru, yeah I got put on  
It was hard in the hood  
I was rappin', my homies sellin' hard in the hood  
I know Game from cedar block, Dom from the West  
That was [?] and Pac, what's his name and his chest  
Just got a call, the homies just got bust on  
Niggas gotta go, we can't hold on  
  
Nigga I'm from BPT  
West Side, West Side  
TTP, one block, one block  
400, Spruce Street  
What y'all doing?  
Nigga kill off all beef  
  
I was in the county with lions, most of these rappers be lyin'  
'Cause when I seen 'em, they be quiet, the definition of silence  
That's a principle of proof, the definition of logic  
That this nigga is a bitch  
Every chance he get, he dogdin'  
Brought back this West Coast shit and this the motherfuckin' thanks I get  
All the licks I split, from the houses I hit  
They brought him more cases in jail, but a nigga ain't snitch  
That's how it's s'posed to go down  
Held it down, didn't nobody else go down  
You a blind date, have my bitch pick you up  
Then have one of my top members stick you up  
I know Nipsey from 60-0, C-Hood from 10-4  
Tony Bone from 40 Crips, that's my kinfolk  
My whole family tried to set me but it didn't work  
Momma know I been bangin' lately nigga