H-Town, in effect for Texas Southside, for the H-Town Northside, for the H-Town Eastside, for the H-Town Westside, for the H-Town It's goin' down, and
thugs cry? Here's a story 'bout the trials and tribulations of this thug life [Jim Jones] Now, play the game, know the code, say no names Fast life ain't no game
See me, I'm all about my money man I stay fly and dry I don't get caught up in the rain 'cause game (game) recognize game (game) No matter where you from
Chika-ah Come on Well, here's a lil' story that we like to tell About two bad brothas that you know so well With a pimp gain shoe game know we up on
radio. 3,2,1 and its time to go. who's up next on the microphone? (x2) (Flava) when I come through black suit, white shirt. better quit the game, you
in L.A. And i hold shit, (down, down) The throne was empty so I sat, (down, oooh well) And just handled my biz, Theres two sides to every westside story
Chorus) I don't give a fuck where you niggaz from East or Westcoast Ima bang ma gun You better wear a vest when you come outside Cos nigga this westside
give a fuck where you niggas from, East to Westcoast I'ma bang my gun, You better wear a vest when you come outside, 'cause niggah this's Westside
Niggas tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Why you tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Can't play the game with only 50
, lil' niggas messin up the game, yo Heard me spit and all a sudden got the same flow (gilly rule!) I die in the streets thats how the game go I'ma tell
So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory And everything I recite's based on a true story Chorus <"story" sung in background
But from in L.A. And i hold shit, (down, down) The throne was empty so I sat, (down, oooh well) And just handled my biz, Theres two sides to every westside story
to play The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Why you tryin to play The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Can't play The Game with only 50 Cent
The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha) [Game (Commentator)] (You know what speakin of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story
like elevators Where my ops in full swing, I'll be standing on top of skyscrapers Seventy stories or more Eventually the public'll Know my story, fa'