(feat. Bigg Rocc, T-Bone)

[Intro: Bigg Rocc]

for my ^!$$%s and my (*##$es, what's crackin'
It's John Doe in this motha$#&@er, what's really goin' on
I'm all good, we about to hit you motha$#&@ers up side the head

with that real gangster, money hungry, street %#@!
you know what I'm sayin, $#&@ y'all, what's up Ren


[Verse 1: MC Ren]
we duck and dodge you motha$#&@ers, attack when we need to
Compton still the %#@!, still up in your grill

you're gettin' $#&@ed by a legend, tell how do it feel
as I caress the Mic, shoot my sperm and dice
y'all can still kiss my $$#, $$# black as the night

gay ^!$$%s on the Mic, is all barkin' no bite
Black Revolutionary, that's my title
While these stupid ^!$$%s wanna be American Idols

I started this gangster %#@!
and this the motha$#&@in' thanks I get
the whole world ain't %#@!, my whole catalog, is so explicit

^!$$%s never sold a million just waitin' to diss it
John Doe %#@!, rep it fully
come through, slap you and your (*##$ like bully

new year coming, we gon to shoot in the air
cause motha$#&@in' Compton ^!$$%s, we just don't care, ^!$$%...


[Chorus: Bigg Rocc]
Gotta get my papers, gotta get my meals
I'ma keep the street, some %#@! that you feel

No time for that bull%#@! that's why I keep the steel
Aim for your grill with the ditches to kill


Gotta get my paper, gotta get my meals
I'ma keep the street, some %#@! that you feel
No time for that bull%#@! that's why I keep the steel

Aim for your grill with the ditches to kill, ^!$$%

[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]

I'm runnin' these streets with no conscience ^!$$%s
the work I mean, is not behind these ^!$$%s
uhh, scary ^!$$%s, paranoiad ^!$$%s

John Doe been the tight, big bike stealers
take it down, flat right like a tyre
mad at your bosses, we the ^!$$%s for hire

hot %#@!, we make ^!$$%s duck quick
ain't nothin' changed, Compton ^!$$%s still the bang
bout to take over, cause ^!$$%s slippin'

while we hit licks, and ^!$$%s straight dippin'
matter of fact we stay ready for combat
Uhh, we let our gats go rat-a-tat-tat

keep you skat, (*##$es stay yellin'
they're $#&@in' with some Com-town felons
News at 11 with no clue, we shoot ^!$$%s at their shoes

we beat bikinis motha$#&@ers like blues...

[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Bigg Rocc]
they say the money is the root of all evil

I say not legit, Junky-Ass-People
haters, like to see ^!$$%s starved
put thier (*##$ up, when you full they whole card

Corners is gettin' hot in California
^!$$%s return your (*##$ $$# into donor
I hustle on these streets for meals

Bigg Rocc, John Doe %#@! that you feel...

[Verse 4: T-Bone]

comin' out the barrel, the tip is hollow
one neat on your chest, was this nuckle follow
lookin' shady in the date like takin' your %#@!

spit lead, you'll get sprayed up and jaw get hit
T-Bone in your money and it's funny as $#&@
when I'm starvin' and scooped all your side walk stucks

Smith and Wesson is loaded, and it take when I hold it
and it's restin' on the ground with that rag I fold it, you know...

[Chorus x2]