Boom Bam - Under Attack lyrics

Heeeyyy, Uhh, Half Ounce in yo mouth Check it out, Half Ounce in the house Chrous: Bring the yellow tape n***a FOSHO Playa hatas infiltrate us n***as HELL NO Fools ready to die Don't be afraid Bring your gun and your sac cuzz we under attack Verse 1: Takes no chances End with up that least circumstances Keeps a cool composure One time's takin those glances Who be's your enemy on the evilest team Racketeerin all your C.R.E.A.M., Havin your worst bad dreams Pesos for all the amigos And the sistas How ya likin us now Competitas gon' bow Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner Keeps my hand in the pie like little Jack Horner SOLDIERS on my left right ready to die Infiltraters six feet keeps our head to the sky Its a cold cruel world tryin to watch my back Got these cold a** thugs ready to ride and jack SHIIT!! For the paper Street Dreams and all Best be ready to hit the doo' when the one times call Gots the picture its still for the money son And if you're bailin' through Compton you betta bring a gun Chrous: 2x Verse2: Boom Bam I deliever my blow it could be fatal Get yo a** smashed like potatoes and gravy Maybe with some prctice you can fade me But I doubt it, Picked up the Compton time And read about it, How my crew makes the front page In a rage, In a live concert blowin blunts on stage People swingin' on a chasity and got the place packed To the maximum capacity, People comin from far and near To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out When we roll we rolls thick like some nappy a** hair Straight chronic smoke up in the air So get it straight n***a Boom-Bam and Eiht n***a,(GEEYYAA) Peeped yo' game from the start n***a We know you fake n***a We gots to keep a close eye fools under our backs Lock the gates sound the guns cuzz we under attack Chrous:2x Verse3: Mc Eiht Betta' watch out for the murder I wrote, Black super spokes Black stars and a black leather coat, On a mission Dead presidents I gots to stackin, Enemies can't see the ya-ya In my jacket, Best raise up before I set it off on G.P., First rule if you tryin' to bring harm to me Felony case catcher to the first degree Like the ginger bread man yall can't catch me On the run stilla n***a held no jail cells Keeps two steps ahead, No traces for feds Phone taps instead, On the celluar phone Dumb as f** cuzz they don't know the number was called Outta the country, D.A. on the payroll yall Me and a little senortia on my side the black heater Sweeter than the rest, Paid pounds at gate sippin While shippin to the U.S.A., Chrous:3x