Verse 1: PS    Never gave a fuck and I still don't    So save your lectures, I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life    A young BG deranged in the brain    The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang    Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G    Really can I make your ass rest in peace?    No need to waste my energy squabbin    Quick to pull the trigger, put your ass in a coffin    Never been a baller but I trap many ballin    Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin    You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick    and have her sprung on this black ass nigga    Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother    Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers    Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that    and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat       Chorus:       Bitches ridin on my bit    Niggas hit me up and shit    But I'm from the Eastside    Where the niggas do or die    Representin like a dream    Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew       Verse 2: Billy Boy       Uh, uh, uh    As I crack dice from one hood to the next    Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques    I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up    Keepin motherfuckers on the duck    You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks    but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off    I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends    If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in    In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot    you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block    Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way    and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do)    I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand    You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top    LA hustlers can't live without money    So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot    cos I can't fuck without my hoes    And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4    Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me    but I won't be gettin back in the CPT       Chorus:       Niggas tryin to give me stuff    Billy Boy don't give a fuck    First I warn you with my rhyme    then I'll fuck you with my 9    Don't give your plees cos I don't bang    But I'm down to fully slang    40 Thevz end down your crew    cos Circle's deep I thought you knew       Verse 3: Coolio       I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler    Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar    Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches    Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes    You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front    Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool    R-E-S-P-E-C-T    C-O-O-L-I-O G    M to the A, A to the D    A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see    You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile    I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle    Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps    Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack    See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke    First you diss my city then you choke    *cough*       Chorus:       C-O-M-P-T-O-N    Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin    I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know    Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go    Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year    East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?*    You don't wanna see my crew    Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew