(feat. Butch Cassidy, W.C.)
[WC talking]


[Warren G]
Take notes young locs, I advise y'all to slow down
Glocks, K's, and eagles trying to put a murder down

Watching fools servin' found
Put your eyes on the prize, hitting switches
And getting (*##$es with plenty riches

And if you bang homie, do that
But when your $$# gets slapped with that 25, handle that
And all you see is the glamor and gold

Don't know the other side of the game is where it's scandalous
and cold
Your destiny is in your hands, you got control

Wasting time with your life until your $$# is old
Trying to be bold, a hog and a pimp
Eighteen years old, HIV in the limp


[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
Can't $#&@ with, what you asked for

Sometimes you just should let go
Get what you need and not want
Some folks believe and some don't

These are the ones that don't last
Hard head makes soft $$#
But it was something that I had to have

I just had to have

[WC]

Whats crackin' gangsta
Little woe G sake with a bang loose
Dickie sagging how should kicking it

Bangs with me, ^!$$% let me swang with you
Hop in this cut dog, and split this game to ya
I see them ^!$$%s that got ya tatted and called it paddering

A clutch and a glock, banging on ^!$$%s at the bus stop
Putting in work, leave you broke, cloke white shirt
Doing dirt trying to gain strikes for the turf

Loc, what up, %#@! I knew your brother
You used to bang with him, when you was a little mother$#&@er
Until they amputated both of my legs, circled the block

Caught your brother slippin' and flippin' the lead
Retaliation was swift, furious, just know this hood %#@! is
serious

For the sake of if remembers, see your 'bout your paper
And remember, loc's success is best with revenge on these
haters, ^!$$%


[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]


[WC]
Murder, murder, murder


[Warren G]
I don't wanna die
I'm trying to live, trying to survive

Murder, murder, murder

[WC]

I don't wanna die
I'm trying to live, trying to survive
^!$$%s done got the game twisted

Yet if these bustas pump 'em up
And just start division, fool listen
Life is like a grab shot

You can either hit the jackpot
Stack a not and get a calf shot


[Warren G]
Live you life homie
Don't get pumped up to dump and get cracked

And moms put a block on the phone
You's a hard mother$#&@er, but now you all alone


[WC]
All alone in the streets it was on
But hit the leather for penitentery friends gone
Your on your own


[Warren G]
Until the youth, I spit to you
They call me G dub and I spit the truth

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]


[WC talking to end]