[Intro: Mr. Ski Talking] What up New York? Ugh, E-A-Ski, uha This is for my real niggaz in New York city, nigga What's up Kay Slay? You know, I'll get down Westcoast, this is for these fake ass New York niggaz Ha ha ha, let's get down to business Ugh
The Drama King ---> Kay Slay
[Verse 1: Mr. Ski] Look, now let's put it all in perspective I'm from the West Coast where there's always a death wish Mothafuckers holler about L.A. It's not L.A. it's the mothfuckin' Bay, nigga Got you clowns emulatin' California Blood and Crib ways real in this place they call California Got you're flaggin, 64 draggin' Niggaz stealin' slang and they add it to their own gangbangin' And Tupac won the beats that's stompin' He didn't like you when he was alive now you wanna jack him Bullets distribute out like Def Jam Let me tell you who the fuck I Am M-R period S-K-I Oakland California where we dry or die You can say I'm a G no doubt Don't quote me at all, just say the gangster is out With a Mac and AK-47 A loaded Technine and a Nickel painted Smith & Swesson Got the niggaz just sittin' on the roof Hit you in back like a sniper, then shoot
[Chorus: Mr. Ski] (*Gun Shot*) They're shootin' Yeah, for real Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up (*Gun Shot*) They're shootin' Yeah, for real Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up
[Verse 2: Mr. Ski] This ain't rap dog, this is gangster I got the niggaz runnin' up that'll shank ya Put your face to the dirt so tough like 5 bullets to the back like Bob Mikes Beach with V-Town, Sacks Sound Brown, VA and of course you got Oakland The murder capital Dog, pushin' one team Homicides we streach you in that black ride And my studio gangsters come and find out Like Dr. Dre and Wrecking Crew we turn the lights out We'll get it crackin' in this mothafucker Where you at? - what you wanna be?; the deficient in this mothafucker Underline some killers and dope dealers And Sckrillas, Terf youngsters Be sittin' back willin' to shoot Wrap you up like an X Pox They don't know about your body 'til they find a little black box
[Chorus: Mr. Ski] (*Gun Shot*) They're shootin' Yeah, for real Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up (*Gun Shot*) They're shootin' Yeah, for real Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up
[Break: Mr. Ski] (*Gun Shot*) Ugh, Mr. Ski Yeah, Mr.Ski (*Gun Cocked and Shot*) Ugh, Mr. Ski (*Automatic Mechine Gun Spreading Bullets around*)
[Verse 3: Mr. Ski] My attitude is real rude I put you in a situation, then I show you, you still due You're actin' like westcoast ain't dealin' up Everytime we did a deal ya'll niggaz get the shittin' on us First Jayo, W.C. now I'm Mr. Ski Now, you gotta wonder what I do just to eat! What the streets come knockin' at the Label's door? What the Tech lay all on the fuckin' floor? 9/11 won't be shit when it happens There'll be 1/11/03, just imagine So don't fool it out, it can happened So take that day off dog, it might happened Ski lightin, a threat through you neighborhood Comin' through Ski Mask and, tear up your shit
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro: Mr. Ski Talking] What up New York? Ugh, E-A-Ski, uha This is for my real niggaz in New York city, nigga What's up Kay Slay? You know, I'll get down Westcoast, this is for these fake ass New York niggaz Ha ha ha, let's get down to business Ugh
The Drama King ---> Kay Slay
[Verse 1: Mr. Ski] Look, now let's put it all in perspective I'm from the West Coast where there's always a death wish Mothafuckers holler about L.A. It's not L.A. it's the mothfuckin' Bay, nigga Got you clowns emulatin' California Blood and Crib ways real in this place they call California Got you're flaggin, 64 draggin' Niggaz stealin' slang and they add it to their own gangbangin' And Tupac won the beats that's stompin' He didn't like you when he was alive now you wanna jack him Bullets distribute out like Def Jam Let me tell you who the fuck I Am M-R period S-K-I Oakland California where we dry or die You can say I'm a G no doubt Don't quote me at all, just say the gangster is out With a Mac and AK-47 A loaded Technine and a Nickel painted Smith & Swesson Got the niggaz just sittin' on the roof Hit you in back like a sniper, then shoot
[Chorus: Mr. Ski] (*Gun Shot*) They're shootin' Yeah, for real Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up (*Gun Shot*) They're shootin' Yeah, for real Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up
[Verse 2: Mr. Ski] This ain't rap dog, this is gangster I got the niggaz runnin' up that'll shank ya Put your face to the dirt so tough like 5 bullets to the back like Bob Mikes Beach with V-Town, Sacks Sound Brown, VA and of course you got Oakland The murder capital Dog, pushin' one team Homicides we streach you in that black ride And my studio gangsters come and find out Like Dr. Dre and Wrecking Crew we turn the lights out We'll get it crackin' in this mothafucker Where you at? - what you wanna be?; the deficient in this mothafucker Underline some killers and dope dealers And Sckrillas, Terf youngsters Be sittin' back willin' to shoot Wrap you up like an X Pox They don't know about your body 'til they find a little black box
[Chorus: Mr. Ski] (*Gun Shot*) They're shootin' Yeah, for real Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up (*Gun Shot*) They're shootin' Yeah, for real Don't be the victim of the mothafuckin' steal If you a G, throw your mothafuckin' Guns up I'm from the West Side where my niggaz run this up
[Break: Mr. Ski] (*Gun Shot*) Ugh, Mr. Ski Yeah, Mr.Ski (*Gun Cocked and Shot*) Ugh, Mr. Ski (*Automatic Mechine Gun Spreading Bullets around*)
[Verse 3: Mr. Ski] My attitude is real rude I put you in a situation, then I show you, you still due You're actin' like westcoast ain't dealin' up Everytime we did a deal ya'll niggaz get the shittin' on us First Jayo, W.C. now I'm Mr. Ski Now, you gotta wonder what I do just to eat! What the streets come knockin' at the Label's door? What the Tech lay all on the fuckin' floor? 9/11 won't be shit when it happens There'll be 1/11/03, just imagine So don't fool it out, it can happened So take that day off dog, it might happened Ski lightin, a threat through you neighborhood Comin' through Ski Mask and, tear up your shit
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