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[Verse 1] Nigga 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 niggas Compton blood runnaz and gunnaz The red raiders been on hiatus Made it back for the summer Fuck rap, it aint about that Hip hop is dead You whack rappers broke one in the head Now I said it he aint regret it I talk to him Any nigga disagree Run up on the passenger side And put a spark to him Phony ass rap niggas Swear they gon clap some Talkin out the side of they mouth With no dare frontin Long as i'm alive, this shit don't stop We know who killed BIG and Pac He gon' drop Songtexte [Talking] You niggas think you scare me? Nigga you don't scare me B I'm from Compton mothafucka Real lights, real games, real shootouts mothafucka I took them shots I see you standin there So what bitch? Move [Verse 2] I'm the west Don The next one, the kick his fuckin feet up Puffin on chiefa Niggas give me the chills I pick the heat up Im scared of who, you? Fuck no I let the shit blow Circle the block, before I duck off I stay blunted, stay around pussy Stay lickin up wit the finest bitches You niggas trickin I'm wit the barks like Milwaukee I shoot em dead Left hand like Michael Red Recycle the flow, come back I'm dead prez Too politcal Gorilla on mass beats Leave your careeer in critical condition Destroy niggas, my mission is to disposition All you faggots I ain't beefin with one nigga Theres room for all you niggas in this casket Get in [Talking] All homo ass niggas, B Niggas straight fuckin homos nigga When you see me in the streets nigga You dont say shit Niggas dont be doin shit Whole bunch of niggas man Loud noie makers man [Verse 3] I stand ova niggas wit a gun Let it hum Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run I stand ova niggas wit a gun Let it hum Your crew run, run, run, your crew run, run I fuck ova niggas Only give props To them olda niggas Snoop, Cube, Rakim, KRS The coldest niggas Can't forget nasty Nas and that Hova nigga Disrespect from ? yet it still how olda niggas 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 nigga that collide wit me He bust first, I shot back The moral is you die wit me [Talking] See nigga I don't really give a fuck About all this G-unit talk and all these punk ass records nigga First of all you don't sell records nigga Second of all you ain't as handsome as me Third of all you don't fuck as many bitches as I'm fuckin Fourth of all you ain't got enough OG mothafuckin homies backin you nigga Fifth of all, fuck you (Thanks to Darren for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania