Last Man Standing

[EIHT & DAZ]<br>We came in the door, said it before<br>West Side, East Side when we hit the floor<br>Got the paper for sure, got chronic galore<br>And the ho`s keep beggin us to blow some more<br><br>[EIHT]<br>Money makes the world stay up (that`s right)<br>Fiends to hook us up on the late night hype<br>G`s flips on the corner while we chill in the club<br>Short skirts put in work, straight show you love<br>You know the title<br>Heavy weight nigga with the green, everybody know the spot<br>One times ain`t hot<br>Gots the bomb<br>Everybody tell your friends<br>C-P-T and the L-B back again<br>Bring your heat<br>Eiht and Daz with the paper<br>One time won`t be gafflin for the caper<br>Can`t see me<br>Two black niggas from the West<br>Decide where they hoo-ride, two of the best<br>No contest<br>C-P-T so get it straight<br>Y`all don`t know the program, switches on my Brougham<br>Skates to the L-B, three wheel motion <br>C-P-T chill with G`s right next to the ocean<br><br>[EIHT & DAZ]<br>We came in the door, said it before<br>West Side, East Side when we hit the floor<br>Got the paper fo` sho` got chronic galore<br>And the ho`s keep beggin us to blow some more<br><br>[DAZ DILLINGER]<br>We too rough, we too tough<br>And the niggas that I hang with is just too much <br>And we`ll fuck you up <br>When we acting up<br>Dat Nigga Daz and Eiht straight fucking shit up<br>Swervin down the block as my system knock<br>Niggas take what you got, get trip, you get shot<br>Come through like we usually do for you and who<br>Draped in blue<br>Nuthin but riders in my crew<br>Throwing it up<br>Mad dog, all in my cup <br>Smokin blunt after blunt ready to fuck shit up<br>Nigga what?<br>How you want it, ain`t no survivors, just goners<br>It`s gettin hectic when the 9 start spittin<br>Burn around and lay every rapper down in your town<br>Wash `em up just like the verdict come down<br>We`ll take your shit<br>Your bitch and your grip<br>And this is how it is when we take your shit<br><br>[EIHT & DAZ]<br>We came in the door, said it before<br>West Side, East Side when we hit the floor<br>Got the paper fo` sho` got chronic galore<br>And the ho`s keep beggin us to blow some more... <br><br>[MC EIHT]<br>Hit and run<br>Just for fun<br>But it ain`t no fun if the homies can`t have none<br>Stop fakin`, baby, cause we got paper to spend<br>More peso`s, guaranteed to clock those<br>Suppose I be`s the nigga with static<br>Watch my back, always packs the automatic<br>East coast, West coast fuck that, you dig?<br>Niggas in your own hood`ll split your wig<br>But me, I`m on the premium<br>Never on the regular<br>Connects in bound, trips on my cellular<br>I`m telling ya<br>It must be the good life, son<br>Land of the sunshine, Crystal wine<br>Keeps one time thinking, suspicious<br>Twenty-six S-5 hun`, twenty inches<br>Must be the money from the rob, they don`t know<br>Must be the money from the gang, fo` sho`<br><br>[EIHT & DAZ]<br>We came in the door, said it before<br>West Side, East Side when we hit the floor<br>Got the paper fo` sho`, got chronic galore<br>And the ho`s keep beggin us to blow some more<br><br>[DAZ DILLINGER]<br>Who`s your friend or not?<br>Your old partners from the block<br>Take and pop shots<br>Trying to put my life to a stop