Geah (check it out)   In the muthafuckin' house (geah)   For the paper   Mr tony back in the house regulate y'know I'm sayin'   Half ounce hoodlums in the house   Geah      Deadly decisions is what I'm bringin'   Be's the problem solver when my revolver starts singin'   A thin line between life and death you're stuck   When my mind turns corrupt so I'm mentally fucked   I be bringin' the pain like meth   Inject the meth in your vain you're seeing thangs insane   Hollow points start to spit   Regulate your block no bullshit   Bust a u-turn the tyres burn rubber g   Retaliation of the robberies after me   No aftermath   Instead the bloodbath keep steerin' the b.g.'s on the west path   Chest blast   Buckshots touch yo' whole side   N 2 deep no sleep when we ride claim that west gang   Always the side of ridahs   Gang of arms out the windows is if we responds   Homicides: points chalked up for the victory   Y'all know it's compton 4 life, ain't no killin' me      Chorus: (x2)      For years we've been accustomed to serves the fiends   On the streets keeps the works stuffed away in jeans   Bitches and niggas do damnest things   Buck buck for the paper by any meanz...      I needs cheese no bullshit you better know it   If it's a contest to be the greediest i'ma show it   It's all for the scrilla   Divine, cristal, no wine, top biller   Seven digits is the destiny   Don't let the feds, the clock-heads get the best of me   You know who got it, heavyweight   No sacks premium shit   Bitches beg mr. tony: you just don't quit!   Cash flows to make fat flips since '86   Where the cash connects western union through mix   Hoes got the pick up straight back and no stoppin'   And watch out for the bird   Cause they just might got the word   Who runs to west side got the bitches on deck   Check it, for 20's and 50's they gettin' naked   Y'all knows the deal it's complication nines I tote   On a mission, premonition, money flips to coke      Chorus...      One time got me on a foot pursuit   Yell freeze in the air as they start to shoot (get up!)   Money that I loot thus begins the chase   Plea's no contest when I'm slapped with a case   Judge put my bail at a mill   Free as a bird, lawyer tryin' to fight appeal   Still got the co - nnections which direction   Fly birds straight through your intersection   Reflections of the way life used to be   Where me amigos gave lots of love on the kilos   Servin' the g way   Five hun' floats on the freeway   In the d-game got a street name blowin' the chronic   Too difficult to get with the west ebonics   No gin and tonic, situations ironic   Bullets spittin' too fast like my fingers bionic      Chorus...