I pledge allegiance to the rag   Of the United Westside Connection   And took a W for which it stands   One neighborhood, under [Incomprehensible]   Invincible with luxuries [Incomprehensible]      Ice Cube, WCE and Mack 10   The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer      Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description   This is dedicated to potential victims   'Coz who's the fiction, ain't no fiction   Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission      To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz   To all my dark niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark niggaz   I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz   Fuck the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz      The 'hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga   Prosecuted from making your brain sweat, nigga   And Crocker sense is the Westside nickel   We're proud of you bitches of the backward window, yeah      From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson   They fucked up Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind   You don't have to be a Taliban to fill the per tarn   Don't walk the double-u, victims of the rare black and blue      I kick's in the door, wavin' a automatic   I'm mad as fuck, breathin' hard as a asthmatic   Attitude's unpredictable, behavior is boratic   Could snap at any time, and right now, I ain't had it, bitch      Make no mistake about it   Your life has just been threatened   Threatened, threatened, threatened      To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz   To all my dark niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark niggaz   I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz   Fuck the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz      Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description   This is dedicated to potential victims   Because who's the fiction, ain't no fiction   Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission      I clocked the camera, fuckin' up the camera, was working the things   Like holdin' was drama, dirt up my name   Mo money, mo drama, my nigga fuck the hype, flash the light   I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, come on      You look hard, act hard, in the backyard   Front yard, lunch card, but the nigga run hard   I run yards, punk guards, nigga so large   If I get caught, nigga no charge      Here come a westcoast gangsta in cagey and creases   Plus a pink slip nigga, you punks is leases   My wife, Bentley got peanut butter guts like Reece's   Blood peeled niggaz is red like endangered species, fucker      In his age of terror, fear is the killer   One thing remains constant   The Westside motherfucking Connection      You might as well keep it gangsta   They've got us all under surveillance      Bitch, you know the side   World motherfucking wide      To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz   To all my dark niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark niggaz   I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz   Fuck the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz      Too many lost   Too many lost