Ice Cube, WC and Mack 10
The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer


Got 'em', look ^!$$%, you fitted the scription
This is dedicated to potential victims

Because who's the fiction, ain't no fiction
Too much (*##$ing, get your $$# beat into submission



To all my white ^!$$%z, to all my light ^!$$%z
To all my dark ^!$$%z, I'm trying to spark ^!$$%z

I want to shot ^!$$%z, Not to mark ^!$$%z
F**k the park ^!$$%z, I want your heart ^!$$%z



The hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep ^!$$%
Prosecuted from making your brain sweat ^!$$%

And Crocker sense is the westside nickel
Were proud of you (*##$es of the back of the window, yeah



From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson
They f**ked up Saddam like my ^!$$% 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, (*##$



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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% run hard
I run yards, punk guards, ^!$$% so large
If I get caught, ^!$$% no charge



Here come a westcoast gangsta means cagey and creases

Plus a pink slip ^!$$%, you punks is leases
My wife bentley got peanut butter guts like Reece's
Blood peeled ^!$$%z 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


(*##$ you know the side
World motherf**king wide






Too many lost
Too many lost