[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   NaS 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      [Talking]   You niggas think you scare me?   Nigga you don't scare me B   I'm from Compton mothafucka   Real life, real gangs, 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 to 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 liquored 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 political   Guerilla on mass beats   Leave your careerer 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 noise makers, fuck yall      [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 nigga you ain't as handsome as me   Third of all you ain't fuckin 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