Compton 4 death

Geah
One two, one two, uh
(compton 4 death...)
And hows the fuck we gon doin in this one
Yall dont hear me up in here
Geah
Half ounce one time, stickem
Represent
Eight years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes
So i said this rhyme im about to say
I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way
Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground
And everybody heard about the compton sound
Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skanless hoes
To the baby kids making the hood grow
Can you feel me? gotta make my pay!
To the niggas that wanna kill me: i dont play!
Walk this way, no foul play im n 2 deep
One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps
Sometimes makes me wanna holler
How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar?
Nuthin to lose, i choose to get a rep
Step, yep nigga , compton 4 death, hit me
Compton 4 death...
Got a thousand for you bitches tryin to handle this
Representin eazy es compton city gs
My buckshots put holes in your truck windows
Another casket closed as the church choir blows
Bitches gon set you up on a fast trap
Niggaz gon pull up to pull a fast cap
Gotta get your - mean green to spend
Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend
To the westside connect with these gangsta threats
Commence to represent them compton streets
My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (boom boom)
The murder i wrote with intent to die
To the pencause ima do you in for the killin
Straight to hell and back, big black mack
Im strapped
On the daily, compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep
Compton 4 death
Compton 4 death...
Geah
One two one two, stickem
Half ounce in the house, cmon
One two one two, geah
Half ounce in the house, cmon
One two one two
How the fuck we do it
Represent
Follow e down the road to the terror dome
A-wax keep totin my fucking chrome
Takin you to the year two thou
How you like me now?
Keep servin you with the pow
No time to think, my instincts do or die
When i ride for the west side nuthin but high
Bitches dont cry
Itll be some other sad love shit
Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit
Pay attention while i mention how i been payin dues
Since boulevard and corduroys and high school
When bitches talk shit we straight pump
When bloods and crips commence to chalk em
Givin it to you, the real deal now you know
Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow
Sittin on top of the world, syep
C.m.w. no love, compton 4 death geah
One two one two stickem
Half ounce in the house stickem
Compton in the house stickem
And all yall butt-naked lickem
Geah
And thats how the fuck we do it
Representin the west
Geah