wanna see you chipped up You shine they gone jux you about to shoot ya whip up It ain't good to do good in my hood Blaaow, you know not to do good now
' Hittin' my switches, collect from my bitches The money that I make so I can add to my riches Fill my stash box an' start rubbin' my gat Feelin' good
out to the four brothers from Compton You're almost there but the FBI has a little message for you Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide Good luck
got a case of spittin' in a muthafucker's face So me and my ace we got a taste Of a muthafucker's billy club, he took his gun And put it to my head and
out to the four brothers from Compton You're almost there but the F.B.I. has a little message for you Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide Good luck
a smile on his face He said, "Run, run, run, run Uh, yeah So I ran like hell Threw a dollar in the wishing well A quick stop, for good luck
treat you as my enemy Ill-fated forget it you can't win I'm in I came out I survived I made it I've had so much good fortune A turn for the better for
face He couldn't hold a baby He would never desert them But he was worried he would hurt them maybe Mad at the world his face turned hot pink The best
all over the place There's no recognition he once had a face You want you had stayed at home with your mum But you are out here equipped with a gun You
group of these motherfuckers, aproachin swiftly Hands on they fuckin gun, as if they really Was bout to take a nigga off, didn't look good Then I thought
wink, The arms that are shredded, the legs that are no more, The face that is rotten and stinks. (The sickness of war, the men gone before, good luck
time Who's is jiggelin more hers or mine? Sweatin like i'm liftin weights They love my banana and i love shovin it in and out of they soft face I like
so nobody can wonder where her face went (Tyler, what you doing?) Shut the fuck up, you going to fucking love me bitch Or I'm a fucking put this gun in
face in the grass Just don't test me, boy 'Cause I'll drop you fast 'Cause I'm a badass A badass 'Cause I'm a badass Take your best shot, all you got Good luck
they both Oh yes, they both reached for The gun, the gun, the gun, the gun, Oh yes, they both reached for the gun for the gun. [Billy Flynn] understandable
finger on the trigger like it's dwarf's hands Confiscate goodies like Repo Man Sam Make nigga kick that can, fall victim to the klick klack klan My vixen eat ya face
foul, can't hang with this Get up, now, gun blast, it's a Conflict Get up, ride, sit back, who's dangerous Thinking I won't bust you, don't luck your
key to put this game on lock I'm from tha city Of the triflin' hoods But when u see me Gotta smile on my face Nuttin sweet, it's just that life is good