Spice 1, WC, Big Syke - 510, 213 lyrics

5-1-0 and 2-1-3 is you a baller or a G?

Ha ha ha to thug or not to thug? To
G or not to G? See that's the
Question everytime I hit LA i get love
You know cause I'm from the Bay
Dub C, Big Syke you know Spice 1 feel me

Count the dollars on the Lexy
Don't waste your time
Let it shine let it shine let it shine
Mizzolas and 850 flossin' I'm tossin'
Doobies up out the window
Smokin' often coughin'
Chokin' hard up off the indo smoke
My mens with extra clips Hennessy Lemon
Squeeze begin to dip on me
The G with the strap up on my side
Keepin' these haters apon they toes cause
They know I'm ready to ride
Hide but you can't get away
This is your dead homie you should
Of put your tool away
But you still pull it on me
See I ain't trippin'
I got foot soldiers that do dirt for me
Love me enough to hurt for me
And do some work for me
Black roses is sent to the families
With all the lives lost
Kill 'em soft pay off my
Henchmen like a mob boss
Mobster ballin' out the hooptie
Who could it be? SPICE

Sound like baller I'm caught
Up in troubled times
Destiny knows help me free my mind
What can I do but stay true and be a man
I'm just doin' what I can
Migrate to Oakland lay low with my dog Spice
Hang out with killers and dodge device
Gotta pay the price took a life or maybe two
(was it two?)
I wouldn't of done it if I didn't have to
In the wrong place at the
Right time evil minds learkin'
Thought I was over peerkin' searchin' for
A home I feel alone on these cold streets
Sleepin' on couches with no sheets
God guide me hide me from
Incarceration and start this despiration
I'm facin' more time then I
Really got to give
Damn I wanna live in 2-1-3

It's the Dub SC on G parolee
And although deez steadily
Grinding for cheese
Trunk fulla keys on my way OT
From 5-1-0 to the 2-1-3
I puts it down bendin' the corner
With my all blue Chevy
My mind on gettin' the fetti
My heater cocked back and ready
With G's crime related, affilated eyes faded
Big bodies paper plated stayin'
Shaded for federated
My crews full of nothin' but
Riders high off the Remy
Chuck Taylors neck pieces and knitted beenies
(uh ha) mashin' on the regular hustlin'
Day and night
Went from chronic to water but now
We pushin' the China white
Much loved by many but now by many hated
Trippin' off the the haters lookin'
Mad cause we made it
But don't get mad at me
Because I executed the game
I got my hustle on loc you can do the same