(feat. Butch Cassidy, W.C.)    [WC talking]    [Warren G]  Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down  Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down  Watching fools servin' found  Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches  And getting bitches with plenty riches  And if you bang homie, do that  But when your ass gets slapped with that 25, handle that  And all you see is the glamor and gold  Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous and cold  Your destiny is in your hands, you got control  Wasting time with your life until your ass is old  Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp  Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp    [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]  Can't fuck with, what you asked for  Sometimes you just should let go  Get what you need and not want  Some folks believe and some don't  These are the ones that don't last  Hard head makes soft ass  But it was something that I had to have  I just had to have    [WC]  Whats crackin' gangsta  Little woe G sake with a bang loose  Dickie sagging how should kicking it  Bangs with me, nigga let me swang with you  Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya  I see them niggas that got ya tatted and called it paddering  A clutch and a glock, banging on niggas at the bus stop  Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt  Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf  Loc, what up, shit I knew your brother  You used to bang with him, when you was a little motherfucker  Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block  Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead  Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood shit is serious  For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper  And remember, loc's success is best with revenge on these haters, nigga    [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]    [WC]  Murder, murder, murder    [Warren G]  I don't wanna die  I'm trying to live, trying to survive  Murder, murder, murder    [WC]  I don't wanna die  I'm trying to live, trying to survive  Niggas done got the game twisted  Yet if these bustas pump 'em up  And just start division, fool listen  Life is like a grab shot  You can either hit the jackpot  Stack a not and get a calf shot    [Warren G]  Live you life homie  Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked  And moms put a block on the phone  You's a hard motherfucker, but now you all alone    [WC]  All alone in the streets it was on  But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone  Your on your own    [Warren G]  Until the youth, I spit to you  They call me G dub and I spit the truth    [Chorus: Butch Cassidy]    [WC talking to end]