Testo 104% No Kut

Oh yeah nigga We back in this muthafucka For the [backward word] nigga with the shit nigga (West Side) West Side nigga, you know I'm sayin' (... muthafuckin' cut man) Lil' Hawk Red Riding Hood, nigga You know I'm sayin'? On the solo-bolo tip, bitch (Representin') Yeah nigga, a 104% No Kut nigga (that's right) You know I'm sayin' Busta-ass niggas you know I'm sayin' Couldn't even look out for the homies and shit, you know I'm sayin' Coward-ass niggas you know I'm sayin' (Real BLOODS!) Bitch-ass niggas you know I'm sayin' Still tryin' to pay the roll you know I'm sayin' Like they ?? G you know I'm sayin' (bustas) Don't wanna get the homies their props though but uhm... I'm 'bout to give it up for my niggas though, you know what I'm sayin' It's Damu For Life, nigga (West Side - Inglewood) It's the Hood for life nigga, you know what I'm sayin' (Bitch!) Inglewood For Life, nigga We don't give a fuck nigga 104% No-Muthafuckin'-Kut bitch Drop the beat nigga! A 104% No Kut (Muthafuckas out there can't fade me...) [LIL' HAWK] A hundred and four percent no kut on this muthafuckin' flow Non-stop freestyle just to let you niggas know that I don't need no fuckin' pen and paper Keep it one in the chamber, Lil' Hawk Y-G Gangsta Ain't no muthafuckin' joke so you best to recognize You can't fuck with this, it's the O.G. West Side The best side, now let me get my slip and slide on WOOP WOOP in the Coup, ??? get my glide on Ride on up this... um... biggety block I got my hand on my giggety Glock and watch me piggety pop You get smile - if you want to scrap And if you didn't know Inglewood is on the m-eez-ap Red and black Pumas on my feet when I step And I don't give a fuck about to try to get no rep You better know This I am - who you fuckin' with Red Riding through your hood makin' these niggas duck quick You little bitch You want to step to the black top Nigga I ain't never had no muthafuckin' flat top Four braids goin' to the back Dippin' all the hoes while they on my nutsac Ain't no kut to the proof it ain't down with this shit I'm Lil' Hawk from the Mafia and I keep on makin' hits after hit On these bitch-ass niggas Wanna be a G suppose to be ass killas Cupcake booty-ass nigga what's up? Want you come through the hood and let me play with your butt You's a bitch How ??? on your face And all busta-ass niggas must stay in their place I'm tryin' to warn ya - to um... Not get shot - with this muthafuckin' Glock You get the blood clot It don't stop I set up my clip and set trip Whatever the fuckin' tape fool Where nigga that makin' his grip and um... It don't matter what - label I'm on Just see ?? I'm gettin' paid when I'm on the microphone, now who Wanna fuck and come test my skills You can come strapped but you still get your cap peeled The fuck back just like the banana And I'm comin' O.G. than Tony Montana I keep it slammin' like N-B-A jam Like N-W-A when they fucked up the program I might be, I'm too slick on the fade I'm not Special Ed but you can say I got it made it And I don't DJ for shit you know I'm quick to fuck it up With a lil' bit of bud that's the drink in my cup, now How many ho's wanna let me fuck? And how many bitches gon' be down for the dick suck? I gots the habit like a rabbit with my knife I'ma stab it My dick's stick shift and my nuts is automatically on duty Like all of the time And a nigga like me wanna hit it from behind I'm not Snoop But I'm quick to diggety-dogg the cut Lettin' the bitches say: "ooh, don't stop!" "MAKE MY NUTS FEEL GOOD!" And now I'm almost my wayback to the hood Inglewood ?Cup? of the muthafuckin' map 1-0-4/C-M-G and you know where's at You best to pack your strap It ain't no muthafuckin' rescue 9-1-1 is a muthafuckin' joke fool You gots to deal with the B-D-O-G's And I'm saggin' to my muthafuckin' knees All I see Is murder, death, kill And that's the fuckin' reason why highlight you in skill I keeps it in rollin' In this game that I've chosen Like Ice Cube I'm - leavin' niggas frozen And don't be caught slippin' even after dark Cause that niggas pullin' no hard be the first to get sparked by This young-ass muthafuckin' G Two Twenty Third Nineteen Seventy-Three, I'm Flexin' style like this Crens that I've been There's no beginning and there is no end, I gets Wicked I even gets stupid Like my nigga S-P And we don't smoke loot trick Is just some pure marijuana And fuck all y'all ?Don Juanas? Come take a little trip with me Back Down Mafia Lane on this M-I-C To the... hey, I'll die like my niggas did Like we ??? too Every sense we was skeeze I'ma ride for this I will die for this I got a tear on my eye cause I even cry for this Why you sly thru the West Side Take it to myself nigga: I ain't scared to die Take me, already fucked it 1-8-7 and thank God for lettin' all Dogs go to heaven This little scheme nigga don't give a fuck 104% no muthafuckin' cut, nigga Yeah That's what the fuck I'm talkin' about nigga Pick and get some' nigga Bring it on nigga And we'll catch you a muthafuckin' slugs to your muthafuckin' dome West Side nigga! You know I don't give a fuck nigga Inglewood in the mutahfuckin' house Bi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-itch Aw shit you know I'm sayin' yeah It's that bomb shit nigga You just can't fuck with this I know you hate this Ooh, I know you hate this but you ?? know nigga YGB's are the braziest! (Muthafuckas out there can't fade me) Ohh yeea-a-ah I said CRENSHAW!!!!