[Verse 1]   To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided   Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch   And I can't forget   My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted    Thermals under that Pelle shit   I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit    And I'm proud of it   Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it   Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it    I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget    I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public   More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker   Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer   Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors   I seen it all through the Range tints   Got niggas doing life in the state pen   So I dread like Jamaicans   If I die for one of my statements   Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement      [Hook]   Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up   Talking that shit like they goin lay me down   And then I come through strapped to see what's up   Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal      Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up   Talking that shit like they goin lay me down   And then I come through strapped to see what's up   Niggas really don't know parts of me pal      [Verse 2]   Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write   I want my unsigned hype    Like Kanye want his five mics   Aiight, I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike   To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels   Let's roll   Through the city of god   Where LA niggas train to kill   Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will    For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie   Dre we to close aint no turning back homie    Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years   Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah   Let me paint this picture    While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah   I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier   Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear    And every nigga who ever helped me get here       [Hook]   Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up   Talking that shit like they gon lay me down   And when I come through strapped to see what's up   Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal      Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up   Talking that shit like they gon lay me down   And when I come through strapped to see what's up   Niggas really don't know parts of me pal      [Verse 3]   One brick, two brick   The boy moving weight   Now three bricks, four bricks   I'm driving upstate   Five Bricks, six bricks   The nigga got cake   Not rap money, but money been rap since '88   Look at the world we live in   Niggas steady hate, to the heckler at Koch   Leave him chopped up like freddy's face   Niggas catching feelings   Cause I'm about millions   And outta all the newcomers out, my flow's the illest   You a close second nigga,   A banana to a guerilla   Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel 'em   The best of both worlds   Rapping and drug dealing   Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village   The head honcho, staring out the third story window   Of my Beverly Hills condo   With two long ass heats    I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo   You niggas want me outta L.A.   Yeah I know      [Hook]   Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up   Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down   And when I come through strapped to see what's up   Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal      Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up   Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down   And when I come through strapped to see what's up   Niggas really don't know parts of me pal