The Westside Lyrics

South Side don't get close to me

East Side eh

Cause I don't nobody really over there

So I ain't gone even

People I do know they salted over the East Side

You were taught as a kid

Don't trust strangers

Momma I swear you taught me that shit

That shit stuck with me all my life

The westside is something we started

In the heart of the hood

Rep it like it's Harlem New York

Only park if your good

You ain't from this part or this side

Let's say you died today, they'll say

He ain't have no business being there anyway

On any given day it's a raid, or a homicide

Cops see these boys gang banging

And let the drama ride

He gone make it out of the ghetto

And make his mamma proud

Nailing up his milk crate

Like this how we gone make it out, balling

And since like is a game

Then we gone play to win

The streets is like a court

And this neighborhood's what we're training in

Painted in black the motto

Was on the back board

If you came soft at your goal

They gave you flack for it

You supposed to check that man

Instead that cat scored

They felt you had your manhood snatched

Then you went back for it

Cause we've got an image to keep

Being the best side

With two fingers twisted in unity

We the westside

West Side

West Side

West Side

I am from the west

Where we get it

And we rap about

Life as we live it

You young boys we laugh about

Heard a youngster say, you was hustling

You'd be getting paid

I say I am a hustler, I hustle in a different way

I don't like to rip the stage

With loud bikes and fast cars

Draws too much attention

Like under covers and wild broads

They allow y'all to sell drugs

Right in the streets

Police the neighborhood

And monitor y'all activity

So what y'all go and do

Y'all huddle up in a trap house

So when they kick in

Your trapped with dope and straps out

That route never sounded smart

Maybe I listen different '

I heard he fucked up

You heard he went to prison

Big game runners they fuck with me

Cause I'm from the west

Yes I'm still here

After many died and others left

Not a another step, no half stepping,

So know the ledge,

Face up, stay focused my nigga,

West up and hold your head

West Side

West Side

West Side