[Intro: Bigg Rocc]
For my n***as and my b**hes, what's crackin'
It's John Doe in this mothaf**er, what's really goin' on
I'm all good, we about to hit you mothaf**ers up side the head
With that real gangster, money hungry, street sh**
You know what I'm sayin, f** y'all, what's up Ren
[Verse 1: MC Ren]
We duck and dodge you mothaf**ers, attack when we need to
Compton still the sh**, still up in your grill
You're gettin' f**ed by a legend, tell how do it feel
As I caress the Mic, shoot my s**m and dice
Y'all can still kiss my a**, a** black as the night
Gay n***as on the Mic, is all barkin' no bite
Black Revolutionary, that's my title
While these stupid n***as wanna be American Idols
I started this gangster sh**
And this the mothaf**in' thanks I get
The whole world ain't sh**, my whole catalog, is so explicit
n***as never sold a million just waitin' to diss it
John Doe sh**, rep it fully
Come through, slap you and your b**h like bully
New year coming, we gon to shoot in the air
Cause mothaf**in' Compton n***as, we just don't care, n***a....
[Chorus: Bigg Rocc]
Gotta get my papers, gotta get my meals
I'ma keep the street, some sh** that you feel
No time for that bullsh** that's why I keep the steel
Aim for your grill with the ditches to k**
Gotta get my paper, gotta get my meals
I'ma keep the street, some sh** that you feel
No time for that bullsh** that's why I keep the steel
Aim for your grill with the ditches to k**, n***a
[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I'm runnin' these streets with no conscience n***as
The work I mean, is not behind these n***as
Uhh, scary n***as, paranoiad n***as
John Doe been the tight, big bike stealers
Take it down, flat right like a tyre
Mad at your bosses, we the n***as for hire
Hot sh**, we make n***as duck quick
Ain't nothin' changed, Compton n***as still the bang
Bout to take over, cause n***as slippin'
While we hit licks, and n***as straight dippin'
Matter of fact we stay ready for combat
Uhh, we let our gats go rat-a-tat-tat
Keep you skat, b**hes stay yellin'
They're f**in' with some Com-town felons
News at 11 with no clue, we shoot n***as at their shoes
We beat bikinis mothaf**ers like blues...........
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Bigg Rocc]
They say the money is the root of all evil
I say not legit, Junky-Ass-People
Haters, like to see n***as starved
Put thier b**h up, when you full they whole card
Corners is gettin' hot in California
n***as return your b**h a** into donor
I hustle on these streets for meals
Bigg Rocc, John Doe sh** that you feel........
[Verse 4: T-Bone]
Comin' out the barrel, the tip is hollow
One neat on your chest, was this nuckle follow
Lookin' shady in the date like takin' your sh**
Spit lead, you'll get sprayed up and jaw get hit
T-Bone in your money and it's funny as f**
When I'm starvin' and scooped all your side walk stucks
Smith and Wesson is loaded, and it take when I hold it
And it's restin' on the ground with that rag I fold it, you know.....
[Chorus] - repeat 2X