Jules Ewing - West Side Freestyle Lyrics

Now here's a little something bout a mothaf*cka like me
Never been scared of death, cause that's unlikely
With a three fifty seven on my side, all my life
Tell me what's the chance of me dying?
I don't do drugs, I just blaze weed and
I can't give no f*cks, bout the shit you needing
And if you punk, still gonna act funky
I'm that type of man who gonna put you in the trunk, see
West side is where I reside, so next time decide
Whether it's better to put the bullshit aside
Got the finger on the trigger and Im gonna pull it
Let's see if you can run faster than my bullet
Yeah I jacked your style, oh boy, I don't give a f*ck
But tell me maybe why you had to call over the cops?
F*ck the police, what they gonna do to me?
What they gonna do to me? Arrest me for burglary?

I got a Cadillac so you know I'm a mack
In the dash I pack a strap painted all matte black
I'm ready to attack when you slippin'
So when you slippin', I slip the clip in and pow
You're just another mothaf*cka going down
So rest in peace deceased mothaf*cka
When you've seen the Cadillac you should've backed up