Gyeah   Gyeah   We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods   These real cpt g's please show no love   Compton   Compton   In this bitch   Somebody told me   Mc eiht is back with that thug shit   Compton   Check it out      [ verse 1 ]      My mindstate too late it's been gone   Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong   I hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn   Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam   Appetite for destruction corruption   To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin   Always into something you heard of me   Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy   Pops in the clip and slips the automatic   Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted   Fucks them high class I like em hoodratted   When the shells slide they panic   Nigga straight static   Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy   Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy   I rolls through goes through such and such   The angel of death meets you time to touch   Mind of a lunatic quick to handle   Sackin muthafuckas like I was john randall   I blows out your spot like a candle   I fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo      [ verse 2 ]      Easy as it comes I can handle the drama   I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana   Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma   I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama   Common sense you make your ass hit the fence   Run fast or catch the consequence   My straight aim I got it with confidence   The sticky situation I make it intense   The instigator the muthafuckin regulator   The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator   The violator the muthafucka with heat   Let me see if you can beat it from across the street   I'ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap   I'm a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep   I'ma show you the way let these real g's play   Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray      [ verse 3 ]      Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up   Y'all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes up   Close up shop nigga the hood's in town   Hand over the money and don't make a sound   Doomsday no parlay no politickin   We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin   Niggas in black coats with black nines   Dig into your body and catch the flatline   Your mama cry over your body at funeral time   Gang related one-time reported the usual signs   Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes   Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes   Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow   The big payback have a nigga lay down   Anyway you bring it I want it   Gun-totin killin muthafucka from compton's most wanted   Lifestyles of the ghetto foul   Music to driveby in my dash when I style   100% gangsta steady servin   Me and my homie dub-c curb servin   Gyeah