WC - Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube] Brrrgh! Ai! Ai! In about four seconds, a gangsta will begin to speak [Verse 1: Mack 10] Well it's the mad chickenhawk with the dirty lick style I been pullin 211's ever since TaDow It's ten million ways to die, choose it Mack will hit the loop and loose it Off this gang-bang music Slaughter water got the room stunk I smoke and make dough like Trump Cookin powder till it chunk, punk! Straight off dust, n***a trust I'll bust And cross em out and put a'K if they ain't down with us [Verse 2: Ice Cube] It's off the hook, n***a, I'm a Westside crook, n***a Put 40 motherf**in dollars on my books, n***a I'm not an MC, I'm not a G I mean I'm A-to-f**in'-Z and everythang in between Rappers like g**nin' cos I'm in it to the fullest And my hood ain't never dodging bullets It's all about the Bloods and Crips, dogs and rips Corners and dips, b**hes and chips, n***a! [Verse 3: WC] Woo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo What's this my frickeler radar system Detects busta B-I-itches on the premises n***as be dissin on a down low So now my motto is "f** every rapper from the East and the West Coast" New School, Old School, I hate you motherf**ers I'm steady plottin wipin my a** with your album covers Cross em out and put a'K Even on Sundays n***a, to motha f**ing holidays [Hook] 'Ey! I Cross 'Em Out and Put a 'K! Inglewoooood! n***a! To South Central L.A.! [Verse 4: Mack 10] Goddamn n***a! This sh** make me sick All these West Coast cowards ridin New York dick(Brrgh!) Bustas get sprayed wearin high-top fades And Kangols backwards with dark-a** shades No switchblades, n***a, we shoot That's how it is on the West when you're true to your roots So k** the action, punk, hoochie b**hes clown n***a get your sag on and keep your pants legs down [Verse 5: Ice Cube] Check it! Ho shut your mouth and get naked! I'm Connected and ain't no b**hes singin on this record No R&B tracks, just n***as on wax Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps Every n***a in the industry wanna rap with me Like it's all good, you ain't from my hood n***a, I don't even like your sh**, I don't like your crew I'm true, you're through, n***a f** you! [Verse 6: WC] n***a get off, this sh** is wack f** that, I bust you in the can with a motherf**in bumper jack Spit on ya, sh** on ya, when I get on ya, piss on ya Going up in ya, f**ing ya, cause I ain't lovin none of ya And even female rappers are getting smacked Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the back Cos I'm a westside Connection hoodsta Far from a lover dishing nothing but bullets and dirty rubbers [Hook] Brrrgh! In about four seconds, a k**a will begin to speak [Verse 7: Mack 10] Now you can cross out the busters and snitches B-Real and Ms. Muggs is like Hollywood b**hes From the n***as I know in the streets I run through Swear to god b**h real it ain't one dog that know you (not one) So watch what you say, who ya talk about, you tweekin And keep hogs out'cha mouth when ya b**h a** is speakin I'm sick wit it, cap at your dome till I hit it This Westside Connection, Cypress know they can't f** with it [Verse 8: Ice Cube] Use to get kisses and hugs, now I'm servin ya slugs f** B-Real and Muggs, y'all n***as ain't no f**in thugs T your surprise, everybody dies From Columbian neck ties covered with flies Ya f**in maggots, ya f**in f*ggots I should alert you, every motherf**er that I know wanna hurt you So when I pull my spray can to spray I'm sprayin C-H-K all motherf**in day [Verse 9: WC] I once knew this b**h by the name of Q-Tip Who claim he had a problem with this gangsta sh** Behind closed doors, runnin his mouth like a trick and Til this n***a bout the name of Dub caught him slippin Tied his a** up and threw him in the truck Put an apple in his mouth then dug his a** out About a month later they found his body stashed In a trash bag with a cucumber in his a** [Hook] [Ice Cube] Don't go chasin waterfalls Stick to them dicks and balls you're used to Punk a** motherf**ers! Brrrrgh!