I'm like a loaded f**in weapon
My style is wild
And you been checkin me out for miles now
f** the red and blue lights
I'm ducking the f** out cause my heaters under my seat
The city is on fire and we got no time to breathe
Takin the whip in the back of this b**h just to see whats in that trunk
Got a couple of rocks in the side of my socks gonna slang them to that punk
And if I got that mic control then you know whats up
So get your lights out and light those mother f**ers up
Put your guns down put your guns down
Theres a riot in the streets can't you hear the sound
So put your lights up
Now just light them up
Rude boy knows whats what
Gonna smoke them up
Im a weapon of a** destruction
threat of a ma** corruption
ever since a little kid
the center of cla** discussion
They yellin at the top their lungs
homie where you from
the corner of heaven and hell
southern California
I'll never die in this world
but Ill probably get k**ed
The fall won't ever hurt
but the landing it will
So I glide
to the bottom of the cup
So lets fly
a lil higher light em up
Smoke fills the air, As I choke from all this pressure
Tension so thick, getting hard for me to measure
Treasure flows, from the rich to the richer
You get the picture, fingers on the trigger
It's gonna snap, and then slap you with some scripture
We out here, and the hole is getting bigger
Can't you see, All of this oppression
The Youth in the ghettos, filling with aggression