Ice Cube, WC and Mack 10
The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer
Got 'em', look nigga, you fitted the scription
This is dedicated to potential victims
Because who's the fiction, ain't no fiction
Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission
To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz
To all my dark niggaz, I'm trying to spark niggaz
I want to shot niggaz, Not to mark niggaz
F**k the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz
The hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga
Prosecuted from making your brain sweat nigga
And Crocker sense is the westside nickel
Were proud of you bitches of the back of the window, yeah
From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson
They f**ked up Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind
You don't have to be a Taliban to fill the per tarn
Don't walk the double-u, victims of the rare black and blue
I kicks in the door, waving a automatic
I'm mad as f**k, weaving hard as a asthmatic
Attitudes unpredictable, behaviour is boratic
Could snap at any time, and right now I ain't had it, bitch
Make no mistake about it, your life has just been threatened (echo)
I clock-ed the camera, f**kin up the camera was working the things
Like holding was drama dirtied my name
Mo money, mo drama, my nigga f**k the hype, flash the light
I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, c'mon
You look hard, act hard, in the backyard
front yard, lunch card, but the nigga run hard
I run yards, punk guards, nigga so large
If I get caught, nigga no charge
Here come a westcoast gangsta means cagey and creases
Plus a pink slip nigga, you punks is leases
My wife bentley got peanut butter guts like Reece's
Blood peeled niggaz is red like endangered species, f**ker
In his age of terror, fear is the killer
One thing remains constant
The Westside motherf**king Connection
You might as well keep it gangsta
They've got a small under surveillance
Bitch you know the side
World motherf**king wide
Too many lost
Too many lost
Send "potential victims" Ringtone to your Cell 
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