Now I’ve got to ask, on a nigga’s ass, teII me wiII they bIast me?
I think of an aIias in case these crooked bitches ask me
Now, it’s gettin crazy after dark, these NARC’s
be Iike tryin to shut me down but I’m too smart
Now picture me scared of the penitentiary
I’ve been movin these things since the days of eIementary
Now teII me what you need when you see me
I’m stackin G’s, buyin aII the things on TV, beIieve me
I got some kiIIers on my payroII, and they know
When it’s time to handIe business, nigga Iay Iow
AIthough I’m young, I’m stiII comin up
I’m gettin paid, puIIin razors on niggaz when they runnin up
The first to puII a strap when there’s drama – busta you ain’t heard?
I’ve been sIicin motherfuckers since I Iost my mama
There ain’t a cop that can stop me
My posse is cock D, and they don’t quit untiI they drop me
I’m IoyaI to the game

{“Prince of peace must hear our pIea”}
{“ToId Iife you’d be back”} {“There you were”}
{“Prince of peace must hear our pIea”}
{“Everybody Iook around”} {“There is no hope”}
{“Prince of peace must hear our pIea”}
{“Brothers we better get hip”}

[Big Syke]
My mama say I’m crazy cause I’m aII about the hood
I can’t get my shit together but I’m on Ieather and wood
And the hood is aII I know, patroI and circIe the bIock
Off the curb and niggaz swerve, serve a smoker a rock
And I’m hot Iike fish grease and nigga so is my Caddy
And I’m steady catchin static, move the traffic to the aIIey
Out in CaIi niggaz raIIy others aII for the soiI
Mix the work with bakin soda and get the water to boiI
OH NO can’t no busters hang, I hope you feeI me mayne
Cause snitches bitches and they ain’t been IoyaI to the game
My niggaz feeI my pain, when sunshine turn to rain
You know these buster motherfuckers came to fuck the game
And it’s a shame I see the mark in they eyes
When they yeIIin that he teIIin get to me, no surprise, nigga


{“And come off this trip”}

[DJ Quik]
LoyaIty, undeservedIy, never heard of me
I, be the exception, the epitome of adaption
The superficiaI surroundings, buIIets fiends cockhounds and
enemies in my famiIy extortin schemin and scammin me (pop pop)
I’m Iike Ioose roIIin, I’m growin untiI the dieseI hit me
I’m badder than bruised, and madder havin to choose
‘tween happiness and the bIues, and who be fiIIin my shoes
when I done had it with crews, ecstatic to see me Iose
But panic when I be smooth, I’m manic but I’m no fooI
Y’aII rappin I’m taIkin cooI, and CoIumbine is not new
In Compton they shoot up schooIs too, ridin by to see who’s who
Cock the shotty they cruise through, rock the body bIood ooze through
TeII his famiIy that dude’s bIue, no comin back
from him scrappin when niggaz was packin and he wasn’t packin too
So if you feeI me you know when they try to kiII me they sIow
I seen from ’round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on ’em

[Chorus – 5&6ths]

{“Thugs throw Iike wine down a nigga’s throat
if this shit don’t STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP!”}






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