(Verse 1)
n***a i lock the whole block up, see the block what
You can't stop us or drop us, long nose, sluggin the drop what
We real n***as, Compton blood runnaz and gunnaz
The red raiders been on hiatus, made it back for the summer
F**k rap, it ain't about that
Hip hop is dead
You whack rappers broke one in the head
Nas said it he ain't regret it
I talk to him
Any n***a disagree
Run up on the pa**enger side
And put a spark to him
Phony a** rap n***as
Swear they gon clap some
Talkin out the side of they mouth
With no gat frontin
Long as i'm alive, this sh** don't stop
We know who k**ed BIG and Pac
He gon' drop
(Talking)
You n***as think you scare me?
n***a you don't scare me B
I'm from Compton mothaf**ka
Real life, real gangs, real shootouts mothaf**ka I took them shots
I see you standin there
So what b**h? Move!
(Verse 2)
I'm the west Don
The next one to kick his f**kin feet up
Puffin on cheeba
n***as give me the chills
I pick the heat up
Im scared of who, you? F**k naw
I let the sh** blow, circle the block, before I duck off
I stay blunted, stay around p**y
Stay liquored up wit the finest b**hes
You n***as trickin
I'm wit the bucks like Milwaukee
I shoot em dead
Left hand like Michael Redd
Recycle the flow, come back
I'm dead prez
Too political
Guerilla on ma** beats
Leave your career in critical condition
Destroy n***as, my mission is to disposition
All you f*ggots
I ain't beefin with one n***a
Theres room for all you n***as in this casket
Get in
(Talking)
All h*mo a** n***as, B
n***as straight f**kin h*mos n***a
When you see me in the streets n***a
You dont say sh**
n***as dont be doin sh**
Whole bunch of n***as man
Loud noise makers, f**k yall
(Verse 3)
I stand ova n***as wit a gun, let it hum
Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
I stand ova n***as wit a gun, let it hum
Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run
I f**k ova n***as
Only give props
To them olda n***as
Snoop, Cube, Rakim, KRS
The coldest n***as
Can't forget nasty Nas
And that Hova n***a
Disrespectful tongue ? yet it still i owe them n***as
Pay homage, spray llamas
Drive Bentleys, roll through any hood
You don't believe me
Then ride wit me
Pray on the soul
On any n***a that collide wit me
He bust first, I shot back
The moral is you die wit me
(Talking)
See n***a I don't really give a f**k
About all this G-unit talk and all these punk a** records n***a
First of all you don't sell records n***a
Second of all n***a you ain't as handsome as me
Third of all you ain't f**kin as many b**hes as I'm f**kin
Fourth of all you ain't got enough OG mothaf**kin homies backin you n***a
Fifth of all, f**k you