f/ Lil' Losnnnn[Woodie]nnI sling my nuts over my shoulder [shoulder]nnDischarge like a soldiernEnemies fall to their back from the impactnnOf a tre five seven revolvernnW double O-D-I-E it's mennI be that one and onlynnSoldier from the Yoc producernnTo breakin' off freebies to the homiesnnBut still hatednnIn many different waysnnI've seen shady daysnnHomies switchin' upnnWho I never thought were bitch enoughnnGot me amazednnI blame it on the crack bagnnThe gobble go the town snapnnThe so called homies backstabbin' each othernnDamn what happenednnIt got me laughin'nnI ain't trippin' Norte sidin'nnSky Lark dippin'nnHigh performance linennDormanson'snnI tap that gas from dippin'nn'69 if you findnnThat white Lark with cherry wine tidennSidin' through the YocnnIt's a norteño type of the line stylennnnChorus: x2 [Woodie]nnI'm riskin' 25 to life with the ridennYou ask me why I do thisnnAnd I respond with a mind half gonennFor the fact I'm Yoc influencednnI'm riskin' 25 to life with the ridennYou ask why I pursue thisnnAnd I respond with a mind half gonennFor the fact I'm Yoc influencednnnn[Woodie]nnMy homies still gotta be deceasednnAnd come back 5 times before he's releasednnAt age 18nnSo I thought the streets done saidnnAbout these punk policennConvicted of 5 counts of murdernnAll premeditatednnWasn't gang enhancersnnDamn this shit kept me understatednnAnd unlike you phony homiesnnStatus Snoop I never [?]nnSteady he stay ya'll like a soldiernnPushin' steel ain't gettin' talliednnAddin' stripes for my homiennMay the Lord see his loyaltynnAnd [?] look his sisternnWhen he diesnnAnd let him live in royaltynnThat Y-O-C, L-I-F-EnnGot my gang livin' violentlynnFor homies stabbin' the [?] with mennGot me amongst the dying breednnIf it was up to the Yoc, beats mennAll said locked up in a prison cagennAnd tear drops from my eyennEvery time my homie's on the front pagennThe media's bringin' plenty of feedbacknnMakin' us look like mobstersnnLabel it S. West 20th streetnnFuck itnnYeah we West TwompstersnnWe the ones that skip the talknnGotta get the cock and hammersnnIf they mess with the clip of hollow tipsnnCuz you punks don't have no mannersnnWatch your standardsnnThink of the rankings earnednnBy how much more you've lostnnBetter count that as a lossnnWhen I creep innnDirty cactus split yo knotnnnn[Chorus] x 2.5nnnn[Lil' Los]nnYoc influencednnI'd never know I'd grow up to do thisnnPursue this life of struggle and strifennAnd hunt when I sooth this pain in my brainnnWhen I sprinkle hot grainnnRemain, tame my pistol smokennToke yo folks in vain insane, nonnIt's killa Cali mentalitynnEast Co. Co. 5-1-0nnThe place ya never heard ofnnYes suburbia with murderers gonnWhere the be servin' the most ofnnMethamphetaminesnnOn triple beamsnnSo feeling they'll be dreamsnnAnd this Antioch scene gots me trippin'nnThey got me slappin' clips innnI'm plottin' out some victimsnnAnd wishin' and hopin'nnWhile I'm scuffling with my semi-autonnHollow tips rip shitnnWith visions of some sick shitnnBut in meanwhile no smilesnnCuz these hater's shady stylesnnGot me loadin' magazinesnnFor apposing tears I got for milesnnAnd these rat infested trialsnnSet it up to leave Snoop, fucknnBut it ain't overnnSmokin' dosiannPlottin' on his come up [echoes out]nnnn[Chorus] 3x n