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WESTSIDE CONNECTION lyrics : "superstar (double murder = double platinum)"

While your shuckin' and jivin' howdy drivin'
Rollin' in my SUV (Westside ^!$$%)

All my plus three thugs on the way to the club
And when I come you got love for me
Cause I'm a super super star (Staaaar)

You know we're super super star (Staaaar)

Everybody know jail records sell records
Imma catch a case come to court ^!$$% bail naked
I got the formula double murder equal double platinum

I know these (*##$ ^!$$%z wonderin' why I'm bustin' at em
The rich a famous ignoramus
It's kind of Haynes with the picture of the world that he paint

The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got
Ain't enough ^!$$% where your mug shot?

Where's your drug spot ^!$$% yous a was-not
I cant bump your %#@! if you never was shot
Before you bust a verse ^!$$% go snatch a purse

You ain't my dogg till you laid up in a hurse
And you'll learn about loyalty when the record company
Try to f**k your family out the royalty

Your number one with a bullet and you took it in the back
!@%& that ^!$$% can rap

Now break me down check my resume tell me what it say
It's the hood or nothing cross em out and put a K
No NO it don't matter how good you spit

If you ain't hit the trauma unit they ain't playin' your %#@!
Who gives a f**k if your money and game up to par
Cause jail time and bullets make a ^!$$% a star

But it's a shame you ain't gettin' no real as figures
Got these white kid fools like you some real as ^!$$%z
But most of ya'll is cowards ain't nothin' like me

Cause I'm a Westside motherf**ker Inglewood G
And f**k sellin' records if I gotta get murd
I'd rather put my hustle down cook and cut up work

And it ain't but a few real killas and scrapers
And all these so-called gangstas really backpack rappers

And I can care less about a battlin' skills
Cause when you bump Mack 10 you get the real reel

F**ked up down the game is f**ked up now
This new rapper got shot and looked up now ^!$$%

F**k a peace service soon as Dub hit the surface
I got em shakin' and nervous cause ya'll created a murderous
Brazin' tattoo so blaze the zag fool afraid the gat you

Got my gauge right at you
F**k Paula Abdul I'm an American Idol
With my album cover posin' with a semi auto rifle

Cause murderin' vital cells and steels ain't real enough
The media wants drama so I ain't givin' a f**k
If I kill me ^!$$% won't get shot in the heart

I can hit the countdown to one-o-six and park
So bang this %#@! ^!$$% hang that %#@!
You say you don't but I know you love this gangsta-%#@! ^!$$%

Cause bullet holes and record sales go to together
Like cops a radars ash and A and R

To all my ^!$$%z lovin' chicken and watermelon
Talk brokin' English and drug sellin'

Rap murderous lyrics and story tellin'
You got to be a felon to get your %#@! sellin'
And if it got to be that way

A ^!$$% murder me a rapper today
It just happened today
So if I come clappin' your way
It's just to sell what a ^!$$% sold back in the day
Bang this and my ^!$$%z get dangerous

Bang this with a four five stainless
Bang this and the (*##$es go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous
Bang this and my ^!$$%z get dangerous
Bang this with a four five stainless

Bang this and the (*##$es go painless
Bang this if you want to be famous

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