You Know that (*##$ baby
He's talking %#@! about our clique but he don't Crazy
You see the writing on my dick

You know that trick ,Tracy
Yeah, she's making me sick
Living that life

We used to do the same %#@!
%#@! gets drastic some kids need help
Some need there $$# kicked

And some would never learn
To earn there own way living of their daddy
Had he not been rich

They'd be broker than a joke and forced to switch
You gotta change your tune or change your pitch
Because life ain't easy man

Life's a (*##$
%#@! is harder than hard about as hard can get
Keep on going were you're headed

You's alive to regret it
Yes it hurts
To face the truth and

Realize that the worlds got your neck in a noose
If things ain't like they ought to be
You 've got to think fast

The aftermath
Of your actions whiplash.


I know you all tired of these wannabe thugs
Claiming the real be running, grabbing the steel
Thinking they're going to peel

My ^!$$%s cap
Roaming the streets with black hats
Chrome straps

Sipping on brew
Ready to react
Of any ^!$$% they see that ^!$$% could be me

Capital I.C.E.
Got a muther $#&@ing .357 to put eleven holes in their chest
Thinking they could test

A real riderfrom the west



I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend nina ross and
The ghettos' been good to me
But you've got to take precautions

Brothers get got what they least
Expect it or neglect it
You'll never catch the dirty in the streets without protection

Nowadays you got to pull %#@!
Haters on some bull%#@!
Jumpin' out of cadillacs and low lows with a full clip

If your tool spits
Shake the spot or get your duck on
Cause if you press your luck on

Stupid is what you're stuck on.

That girl shelia got a daugter

She be clubbing every night
Shelia had her daughter young
Still that just ain't right

Plus she rides the white horse
She used to ride my pony
If I hit it now, I'd break it

'Cause Sheila's just too bony.

Smoking speed released the lions

I'm not lying I'm not sober
I'm still tryingh Hiding the truth
With substitutes a hundred proof

A $#&@ up. face it
One of L.A.'s wasted youth
Label me as an enemy of the lost star

My family's not too happy with the trouble that I've caused
See we be breaking the law
Somking on non-menthols thinking fast

So I'm ready for any all out brawls
And ya. Brothers get your hustle on
Ballers and get your %#@! tight
House parties get shot up
And turned up before midnight

Drive-bys and fistfights
Zig zag and crack pipes
There's a fifty fifty chance
That tonight will be your last night.