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