[Intro:]
Broadcast live!
[Chorus:]
OK, we broadcast live from the West Side,
Where the real n**ga ride and the rest die.
Ay, don't be out here talkin bout shit that you don't know about,
You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify,
You keep your face card good and your nose clean,
Never trust the word of a dope fiend,
Keep a strap at all times, run them numbers up,
If that ain't what you want, you ain't one of us.
[Verse 1:]
We broadcast live from a hellhole,
You sell blow, better get enough to get an elbow
Or you ain't shit,
You be the man when you seen bricks
And not before that.
It ain't gon be no sucker shit, you better know that,
Prepare for the gunplay, and I count every one day,
Happen that kept me with it, and I'm back on the front page,
Just play this shit how it go, I follow the G-code,
They so far up on n**gas, they think you got a cheat code.
All I ever wanted was a widebody Benz,
And a bad bitch, you ain't got no widebody friends,
Ain't never got a little hand-em-out
Long as I can keep the cheetah on me at the gambling house.
[Chorus:]
OK, we broadcast live from the West Side,
Where the real n**ga ride and the rest die.
Ay, don't be out here talkin bout shit that you don't know about,
You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify,
You keep your face card good and your nose clean,
Never trust the word of a dope fiend,
Keep a strap at all times, run them numbers up,
If that ain't what you want, you ain't one of us.
[Verse 2:]
We broadcast live from the gutter,
N**ga get high with they mother
To take they mind off they father go do some time for they brother,
Boy, you get caught with that bundle, better not point at another
'Fore you get hit with a title from which you never recover.
My uncle mad, tell me, boy, you better be the man,
You better fight, they whoop your ass then you fight again, damn!
Comin live from the trap spot,
Get everythin' from a slab to a laptop, cocaine!
Divide the have from the have-nots,
Should twelve, get on your ass, give them nothin' but gas,
Expectin nothin' but the money, spend it fast as it comin,
In God we trust, for everyone else the cash all.
[Chorus:]
OK, we broadcast live from the West Side,
Where the real n**ga ride and the rest die.
Ay, don't be out here talkin bout shit that you don't know about,
You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify,
You keep your face card good and your nose clean,
Never trust the word of a dope fiend,
Keep a strap at all times, run them numbers up,
If that ain't what you want, you ain't one of us.
[Verse 3:]
N**ga, we live and direct from the project
Where n**gas ain't got shit to lose, they ain't got shit.
So when they get a little check, think they hot shit,
A Pyrex and nine out of ten apartment,
And hot shit half price, n**ga, hard shit,
And thot shit'll turn around every week, but it did, so you keep
If the neck game ain't good, if a lame n**ga peep,
Ay, we'll turn up through the week but on the weekend!
[Chorus:]
OK, we broadcast live from the West Side,
Where the real n**ga ride and the rest die.
Ay, don't be out here talkin bout shit that you don't know about,
You catch a lick and do your time, you don't testify,
You keep your face card good and your nose clean,
Never trust the word of a dope fiend,
Keep a strap at all times, run them numbers up,
If that ain't what you want, you ain't one of us.
We broadcast live...
