1.Alive On Arrival
Down at the best spot
Its me and jd and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
The spot's hot and everybody nervous
That's when the blue car served us
Oh why did fools had to let loose
Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
Big tom had to push us
13 niggaz runnin straight to the bushes
For they gats so they could draw down
But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down
Not known why i dropped out
Fuck it, still can't afford to get popped out
So now i gotta jet
Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin wet
Tryin to see if we got him
Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom
Didn't panic but i still looked cracked out
Yelled to the homies then i blacked out
Woke up in the back of a tray
On my way, to mlk
That the county hospital jack
Where niggaz die over a little scratch
Still sittin in the trauma center
In my back is where the bullet entered
Yo nurse i'm gettin kind of warm
Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin form
Coughin up blood on my hands and knees
Then i heard 'freeze nigger don't move'
Yo, i didn't do a thing
Didn't wanna go out like my man rodney king
Still got gaffled
Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel
Now i'm handcuffed
Being asked information on my gang affiliation
I don't bang, i rock the good rhymes
And i'm a victim of neighborhood crime
I need to see a md
And ya'll mothafuckers giving me the third degree
Look at the waiting room
Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room
Nobody gettin help
Since we poor
The hospital move slow
Now i'm layed out
People steppin over me to get closer to the tv
Just like a piece of dog shit
Now will i die on this nappy ass carpet
One hour done passed
Done watched two episodes of m＊a＊s＊h
And when i'm almost through
They call my name and put me on icu
Halfway dead
No respect and handcuffed to the bed
Now the trauma starts
Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart
So i begin the ass kissin
Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
Only got a band-aid and an iv
That's when i start cussin
Police steady askin me who did the bustin
Why oh why can't i get help
Cause i'm black, i gots to go for self
Too many black bodies the hospital housin
So at 10 p.m. i was audi 5000
2.Bird In The Hand
3.Birth
4.Black Korea
(blends into intro with dialogue from spike lee's _do the right
thing_)
'twenty d energizers.'
'twenty, c energizer？'
'd, not c, d.'
'b energizer？'
'd motherfucker, d! learn to speak english first, alright？ d!'
'how many you say？'
'twenty, motherfucker, twenty.'
'honey...'
'mother-fuck you!'
Everytime i wanna go get a fuckin brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
Oriental one-penny countin motherfuckers
That make a nigga made enough to cause a little ruckus
Thinkin every brother in the world's out to take
So they watch every damn move that i make
They hope i don't pull out a gat and try to rob
They funky little store, but bitch, i got a job
('look you little chinese motherfucker
I ain't tryin to steal none of yo' shit, leave me alone!'
'mother-fuck you!')
Yo yo, check it out
So don't follow me, up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass'll be a target
Of the nationwide boycott
Juice with the people, that's what the boy got
So pay respect to the black fist
Or we'll burn your store, right down to a crisp
And then we'll see ya!
Cause you can't turn the ghetto - into black korea
'i do fuck you!'
5.Color Blind
Ice cube：
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm lookin in my mirror so i can see who can see me
South central is puttin ice cube to the test
With four brothas in the ss
I can't go around and can't back up
So i gotta peep game layin in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap？
Since i'm never ever slippin i fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Now, do these fools got a problem with me？
Or do they got love？
So when the light turns green, i don't bone out
I wanna see what these black men are all about
Cuz if it's my time, i'm just short
If not, i'm pluggin they super sport
First they get behind my ride...
Then they switch lanes to the left side
I'm scopin out the one smokin indo
Comin up fast, rollin down his window
He threw up a sign, i put away my nine
Fool, cuz i'm color blind
Threat：
Killa cali, the state where they kill
Over colors cuz brothas don't know the deal
And they'll cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my block can't stop
And he won't and he don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say the little locs are gettin a little too loc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But wearin the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
Cuz i slang these thangs like a g
It's on, is anybody killin for the summertime
I gotta get another nine, even though i'm colorblind
Kam：
I'm fresh outta county on bail
And no sooner do i get out, seems like i'm right back in jail
For some gang related activity
Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me
For no more than a color, or territory
Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's left, the judge goes deaf
When you try to tell your side
And you ain't blue eyed
Boy you better duck cuz the book is comin'
And just hand your car keys over to your woman
Because it aint no sunshine where you headed
And the shit'll drive you crazy if you let it
But now, i got time to think
Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
And i ain't even shed a tear
Cuz believe it or not, they got more love for me here
Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph
Cuz brothas, you don't know the half
On the streets i was damn near outta my mind
But ever since i've been down
I'm colorblind
Wc：
Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine
I was told to peel a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
Coolio：
Stable and able but i'm not ready and willin
Cuz i'm only 13 and i ain't never did a killin
Grabbed the a.k. and jumped in the g ride
Started up the bucket and headed for the other side
Wc：
Yo, spotted the enemies, now i'm on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dollar stick and i i put in my clip
Coolio：
So, i jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set on sendin niggaz to harrison ross
Wc：
Caught one from the back and i looked in eyes
Thinkin should i peel his cap, or should i let him survive
Yo, i'm trapped in the plan designed by another side
Coolio：
I ain't contributin to genocide (why？)
Cuz i'm colorblind
King tee：
Niggaz in the hood ain't changed
And i've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang
Cuz, i walk the alleys of compton with nowhere to turn
Every which way i get burned baby
Lou wears blue, big fred wears red
Put 'em together and we color 'em dead
Dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral
J-dee(lench mob)：
I understand how all my homeboys feel
Cuz i was shot and to this day, i pack my steel
Cuz i was born in a certain territory
Where you don't talk only the streets tell stories
With blue and red bandanas on the street
And if you slippin, you'll be six feet deep
Cuz me and t-bone, we pay it no mind
And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind. . .
6.Death
7.Doing Dumb Shit
Get your ass in here, boy
You hear me calling you？
O'shea!＞
When i was young i used to hang with the seventh graders
Little bad motherfucker playing space invaders
Fucking with the girls in the fourth grade
Either feeling on they butts or pulling on they braids
Walking with the schoolhouse bully
By doing that, i had a lot of pull, g
Cheating on tests, making a mess
Cussing like a sailor at recess
It must a been a half moon
Cause you'll catch me running out the little girls' bathroom
Chewing on good and plenties
Got my gamble on at lunch pitching pennies
Yo i was living like the class clown
Pulling all the hokes, making all the jokes man
When you young it's hard to see
That it's wrong throwing rocks at the rtd
Popping out your window with a bb gun
Better yet knocking on your door and run
Playing hide-and-go-get-it for a little stank
Even though i was still shooting blanks
As soon as the dark hit
I was stealing candy out the corner market
Until i got my ass whipped
Cause i was ten years old, doing dumb shit
Thirteen, that's how old i was
When my jimmy started getting a little peach fuzz
And i was looking at any butt and ass
Me and my homies started cutting class
Going up to the high school
Looking for any bitch i could lie to
Tell em i was older than i really was
Smoked my first joint and got really buzzed
That's what a mack's made of
But when i got my first piece of pussy i fell in love
Hard as a rock the long way
And then i put the rubber on the wrong way
But i still gotta have it
Overexcited and fucking like a jackrabbit
Goddamn i was hot
A virgin but i still knew how to lay pipe
Even though the hoe worked me
I still knocked the boots from here to albuquerque
Then the shit got strange money
I started shaking and jimmy felt funny
Then the nut came gushing
I jumped up got dressed and start pushing
Cause i thought the bitch broke my dick
Cause i was still young doing dumb shit
At 17 got my first volkswagon
And mastered the life-long art of dragging
To the women in college
Hung out with the og's and got some street knowledge
Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast rate
Til they said that i might not graduate
Then i said fuck the dumb shit
Cause pops'll fuck me up quick
If things continued
So i start rapping about shit i been through
And i got real good
Now i look at all the kids in the neighborhood
Trying to be baby macks
Doing shit that i did seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they mommas is having a fit
Cause they died young doing dumb shi
8.Funeral
9.Givin' Up The Nappy Dugout
Your daughter was a nice girl, now she's a slut.
A queen treatin' niggas just like king tut.
Gobbin' up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird,
Suckin' up the lench mob crew, and i'm comin' third.
Used to get straight-as, now she's just skippin' class.
Oh my, do i love to grip the hips and ass.
Only 17, with a lot of practice on black boys' jimmys and white
boy's cactus.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, but i gotta be brief：
A lotta niggas like bustin' nuts in her teeth.
Drink it up, drink it up, even though she's catholic,
That don't mean shit, cuz she's givin' up the ass quick.
Quicker than you can say 'candy', the bitch is on my
snicker...and oh man she
Can take on three men built like he-men;
Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen.
Fourteen niggas in line ready to bang your
Pride-and-joy, i mean daddy's little angel.
Tell the bitch to get her ass out the house,
Cuz your daughter's known for givin' up the nappy dugout.
Chorus, 2x：i got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch
remains,
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!
Mister, mister, before you make me go,
I'm here to let you know your little girl is a hoe.
Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad; get her all alone and out come
the kneepads.
I know she's a minor and it is illegal,
But the bitch is worse than vanessa del rio.
And if you decide to call rape, we got the little hooker on
tape, now：
Tell the fuckin' slut to please hurry up,
And wear that dress that's tight on her butt,
So i can finger-fuck on the way to the bed,
Been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead.
Face turnin' red from grabbin' them ankles.
Fuck and get up is how i do them stank-hoes.
You should hear how she sounds with a cock in her,
Boots get knocked from here to czechoslovakia.
Two on top, one on the bottom;
First nigga got the boots, man, you shoulda shot 'im.
Cuz after i got 'em it was over. now niggas get lucky like a
four-leaf clover.
On daddy's little girl.
She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel.
So tell sheryl to bring her ass home,
Cuz the line at my house is gettin' loooooooong, and....
Chorus
('givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy....')
10.Horny Little Devil
Intro：
You are the prince of darkness
Arch enemy, father of evil
Hell born, demonic, savage, fierce, viscious, wild
Tameless, barbaric, uncontrollabe, obstinate beast
Verse one：
Horny little devil, you gotta back up
Horny little devil, you can't bust a nut
Lookin at my girlfriend's black skin
You wanna jump in, but she don't like white men
So don't throw that work you fuckin jerk
Or get your punk devil ass hurt motherfucker
She ain't with the pale face
Cause y'all fuck at a snail's pace
And you might get sprayed with mace
By the ebony
So when she's doing her job you better let her be
Don't try to pinch the gluterus
Thinkin that you about to knock out the uterus
Cause she'll tell you to kiss her ass quick
And where i'm from, devils get their ass kicked
Mr. sexual harrasment
Asking for a blow while the answer is 'fuck no'
Looks like you wanna terminate
But that's when i go psycho like norman bates
I wanna kill the devil for talkin shit
Cause he can't get a taste of the chocolate
African breast; cause white bitches got no butt and no chest
Black women have bodies like goddesses
Sorta like venus, but put away your penis
Cause the devil is a savage motherfucker
That's why i'm lighter than the average brother
Cause you raped our women and we felt it
But it'll never happen again if i can help it (me neither)
Cause nobody in my neighborhood has caught jungle fever yet
So horny little devil, you better listen
Before your ass comes up missin
And it's like that
Verse two：
Now you wanna get me
Horny little must be a f-a-g
Tryin to fuck me out my land and my manhood
Got broke eating spam and canned goods
Locking down on my neighborhoods
Treat me less than a man cause right now you got the upper hand
But my ass is a virgin
You mignt have fucked the indians
But you can't surgeon me
And when i'm on top i wont be fuckin ya
I'd rather put a buck in ya
Cause i hate the devil with a passion
And when i see the whites of his eyes i start blastin
Dig a hole and throw his ass in
And i won't be happy til i'm down to my last ten
Get his fuckin pitchfork
Tie him up, and then feed the bitch pork
Little devil wanna fuck me out my pay
But horny little devil true niggaz aren't gay
And you can't play with my yo-yo
And definitely can't play with me you fuckin homo
Cause we'll blow your head off
And turn that white sheet into a red cloth
Plus when they're all dead
I can quit that jheri juice and get a bald head
Then let it nap up
Go down to the corner store and beat the jap up
Clean all the crap up
Out my city
Now the whole block look shitty
Put his dick on a wood block
Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop
Now who's the next to nut
Color me badd, but you can't sex me up
So don't even try to put a dick in a die
Because this is what why in 1991 i'ma get my gun
Put an end to the devil, so get a fucking shovel
(repeat chorus)
11.I Wanna Kill Sam
i wanna kill sam
'the army is the only way out for young, black
Teenagers.
We'll provide you with housing, we'll provide you
With education,
We'll provide you with everything you need to
Provide a life.
We'll help you to be the best soldier in the u.s.
Of a.'
''cause we do more before 7 a.m.
Than most niggers to their whole life time.'
I'm coming, i'm coming, i'm coming, i'm coming.
Verse one：
I wanna kill him, 'cause he tried to play me like a
Trick,
But you see, i'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit.
I got the a to the motherfucking k, and it's ready
To rip,
Slapped in my banana clip.
And i'm looking,
Is he in watts, oakland, philly or brooklyn？
It seems like he got the whole country behind him,
So it's sort of hard to find him.
But when i do, gotta put my gat in his mouth,
Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out.
'cause the shit he did was un-called for,
Tried fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore.
And that shit ain't fly,
So now i'm setting up the ultimate drive-by.
And when you hear this shit,
It makes the world say damn, i wanna kill sam.
'momma, some man at the front door'
'uhm hi, i've got reasons to believe that someone
In this household
Has just turned eighteen, am i correct？'
Verse two：
This is why i wanna kill the punk,
'cause he tried to take a motherfucking chunk of
The funk.
He came to my house, i let 'em bail in,
'cause he said he was down with the l.m.
He gave up a little dat,
Then turned around, and pulled out a gat.
I knew it was a caper,
I said： 'please don't kill my mother', so he raped
Her.
Tied me up, took me outside,
And i was thrown in a big truck.
And it was packed like sardines,
Pull of niggers who fell for the same scheme.
Took us to a place and made us work,
All day and we couldn't have shit to say.
Broke up the families forever,
And to this day black folks can't stick together,
And it's odd, broke us down, made us pray to his
God.
And when i think about it,
It makes me say damn, i wanna kill sam.
Verse three：
Now in '91, he wanna tax me,
I remember the son of a bitch used to axe me.
And hang me by a rope till my neck snapped,
Now the sneaky motherfucker wants to ban rap.
And put me on the dirt or concrete,
But god can see through a white sheet
'cause you're the devil in drag,
You can burn your cross while i burn your flag.
Try to give me the hiv,
So i can stop making babies like me.
And you're giving dope to my people chump,
Just wait till we get over that, huh.
'cause your ass is grass 'cause i'm a blast,
Can't bury rap, like your buried jazz.
'cause we stop being whores, stop doing floors,
So bitch you can fight your own wars.
So if you see a man in red, white and blue,
Getting chased by the lench mob crew.
It's a man who deserves to buckle,
I wanna kill sam 'cause he ain't my motherfucking
Uncle.
12.Look Who's Burning
Hey, but what you're doing up here anyway nigga？
- man i came up to get some rubbers man, what you're doing up
here？
I came up here to get a physical, you know for my job,
You gotta get a physical and shit
- really？
Ah that's me right there, hey man you stay up man,
Be careful and shit you know...
-thug brown？
Yeah？
-how can i help you？
Ah... yeah, i like to get a physical and shit
-we don't give physical here
Oh you don't？
-no, all we test for is (？？), herpes, syphilis and gonorrhea
I like to see a doctor
-what's the matter, you're burning？
Verse one：
I went to the free clinic, it was filled to capacity,
Now how bad can a piece of ass be？
Very bad, so i had to make the trip,
And thank god i didn't have the drips.
I was there so a ho' couldn't gimme that,
Just to get twenty free jimmy hats.
Now look who i see,
Ain't that... yeah, that's the bitch from up the street.
With the big, fat tail,
Who always told cube to go to hell.
She thought she was wiser,
Now she's sitting in the waiting room, burning like (keith
miser？).
Yeah i see ya,
First miss thang, now miss gonorrhea.
Man it's a trip how the world keeps turning,
It's 1991, and look who's burning.
Verse two：
Now everybody is a victim, you can go see 'em,
And you'll hear more claps than the coliseum.
Sitting there all quiet and embarrassed,
Whoop, there goes that bitch who was careless.
I remember she wouldn't give the cock,
To anybody who lived on the block.
Now ho', look what you got,
Bring that big ass over for the shot.
'cause somebody is (？) hot,
Dripping like a faucet, i'm glad i didn't toss it.
Got you a college boy who was worse than me,
And he probably fucked the whole university.
Still wanted him to dick you down, kick you down,
With some bucks, now who got fucked？
With a nigga for the money he's earning,
But ask for some water bitch, and look who's burning.
Verse three：
Yo, it ain't my fault you got the hibbie-jibbies,
But you still try to act like you didn't see me.
So i walk over, and say 'hi',
Bitch, don't try to act surprised.
You should've put a sock on the pickle,
And your pussy wouldn't be blowing smoke signals.
Man, this is gonna kill 'em,
Guess who got a big fat dose of penicillin.
They all ask 'who？', and i tell 'em 'you,
The new leader of the big booty crew.'
And after the day, i'm sorry to say,
You come to the neighborhood, you couldn't give it away.
To a nigga, who's out to get major paid,
But you'll have him, pissing out razorblades.
But a bitch like you,
Will be returning with the hiv, rip.
13.Man's Best Friend
Verse one：
Here's another topic i'm addressing,
So learn a quick lesson, about your smith and wesson.
Sit your ass back and comprehend,
As i let you know about man's best friend.
Now remember, it used to be a dog like lassie,
But now in '91 it's a gun if you ask me.
Just like a jimmy hat's used for protection,
I use my nine when suckers start to flex it.
'cause if you run up and try to play mine,
I rather have a ak than a fucking k9.
'cause if you shot your gun and my dog tries to fetch ya,
Me and the dog's going out on a stretcher.
And i ain't with that, so i gotta get that
Big black gat, aim and i hit that.
Forget about a dog fool, he'll shit in the (？？),
Nowadays, a gat is man's best friend.
Man's best friend
Verse two：
Here is the reason why ice cube's packed,
Just in case the little punks try to jack.
I can't put a motherfucking pitbull under a coat,
And a small on my back.
So i gotta take my beret off, and i betcha
It'll probably work a 100 percent better.
'cause it'll keep me out of danger,
With sixteen in the clip and one in the chamber.
So this goes to all y'all intruders,
Beware of the owner, 'cause the owner is a shooter.
I don't just wanna give your ass rabies,
I rather have your ass pushing up daisies.
And i can't do that with benji,
Rin tin tin, or spotch mckinsey
Forget about a dog fool, he'll shit in the (？？),
Nowadays, a gat is man's best friend.
'just don't let me see you shoot no dogs'
'hey, i got shots fired here, send me another unit'
'the profile of a typical american gun owner is this：
Over thirty, white, male, middle class' --＞ peter jennings
'take that motherfuckers'
14.My Summer Vacation
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from los angeles, final destination to st. louis
Thank you
Damn g, the spot's gettin hot
So how the fuck am i supposed to make a knot？
Police looking at niggaz through a microscope
In l.a. everybody and they momma sell dope
They trying to stop it
So what the fuck can i do to make a profit？
Catch a flight to st. louis
That's cool, cause nobody knew us
We stepped off the plane
Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Rented a car at wholesale
Drove to the ghetto, and checked in a motel
Unpacked and i grab the three-eighty
Cause where we stayin, niggaz look shady
But they can't fade south central
Cause bustin a cap is fundamental
Checkin out every block close
Seein which one will clock the most
Yeah this is the one no doubt
Bust a u bone, and let's clear these niggaz out
Ay ay man, whassup nigga？
Yo, well this lench mob nigga!
＊gun shots＊
Now clearin em out meant casualties
Still had the l.a. mentality
Bust a cap, and out of there in a hurry
Wouldn't you know, a driveby in missouri
Them fools got popped
Took their corner next day, set up shop
And it's better than slangin in the valley
Triple the profit makin more than i did in cali
Breakin off rocks like barney rubble
Cause them mark-ass niggaz don't want trouble
And we ain't on edge when we do work
Police don't recognize the khakis and the sweatshirts
Getting bitches and they can't stand a
Nineteen-ninety-one tony montana
Now the shit's like a war
Of gang violence, where it was never seen before
Punks whirl when the gat bust
Four jheri curl niggaz kickin up dust
And some of them are even lookin up to us
Wearing our colors and talkin that gang fuss
Giving up much love
Dyin for a street, that they ain't even heard of
But other motherfuckers want to stand strong
So you know the phrase, once again it's on
Top of the news tonight, gangs from south central
Los angeles which are known for their driveby shootings
Have migrated into east st. louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is a nationwide trend
With similar incidents occuring in texas, michigan, and oklahoma
(female voice repeating in background：
'if it can happen here, it can happen anywhere')
Boom, my homie got shot he's a goner black
St. louis niggaz want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together
Fuckin police got the four-one-one
That l.a. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin, bout the boys
Feudin, like the hatfields and mccoys
Now the shit's gettin tricky
Cause now they lookin for the colors and the khakis
Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin in seattle
But the narcs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga while he's yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as i paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin a fuck
The fool must be sparkin
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the crips and bloods by hand g
Plus the black guerilla family
And the white pride don't like northside
And it's a riot if any more niggaz die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin years that i'm facin
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is fucked
15.No Vaseline
Got damn, i'm glad ya'll set it off.
Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft.
First you was down with the ak,
And now i see you on a video with michel'le？
Lookin' like straight bozos.
I saw it comin', that's why i went solo.
And kept on stompin',
When ya'll mothafuckers moved straight outta compton.
Livin' with the whites, one big house,
And not another nigga in site.
I started off with too much cargo,
Dropped four niggas now i'm makin' all the dough.
White man just rulin'.
The niggas with attitudes -- who ya foolin'？
Ya'll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Yella boy's on your team, so you're losin';
Ay yo dre, stick to producin'.
Callin' me arnold, but you been-a-dick;
Eazy e saw your ass and went in it quick.
You got jealous when i got my own company,
But i'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me.
Tryin' to sound like amerikkka's most,
You could yell all day but you don't come close.
Cuz you know i'm the one that flown,
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go.
With the l-e-n-c-h m-o-b, and ya'll disgrace the c-p-t.
Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy,
With no vaseline...
vaseline...') 3x
(biz markie sample： 'damn, it feels good to see people...on it')
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin',
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain？
You're gettin' fucked real quick,
And eazy's dick, is smellin' like mc ren's shit.
Tried to tell you a year ago,
But willie d told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked,
Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Tried to dis ice cube, it wasn't worth it
Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my hair and i'll cut them balls,
Cuz i heard you're, like, givin' up the drawers.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
Gettin' money out your ass, like a mothafuckin' ready teller.
Givin' up the dollar bills,
Now they got the villain with a purse and high-heels.
So don't believe what ren say,
Cuz he's goin' out like kunte kinte,
But i got a whip for ya toby;
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don't know me.
It's a case of divide-and-conquer,
Cuz you let a jew break up my crew.
House nigga gotta run and hide,
Yellin' compton, but you moved to riverside.
So don't front, mc ren, cuz i remember when you drove a b 2-10.
Broke as a mothafuckin' joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the verse team.
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart,
And they rippin' your asshole apart.
By takin' your green, oh yeah,
The villain does get fucked with no vaseline.
I never have dinner with the president.
I never have dinner with the president.
I never have dinner with the president.
And when i see your ass again, i'll be hesitant.
Now i think you a snitch,
Throw a house nigga in a ditch.
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys.
You little maggot; eazy e turned faggot.
With your manager, fella,
Fuckin' mc ren, dr. dre, and yella.
But if they were smart as me,
Eazy e would be hangin' from a tree.
With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on...
Till that jheri curl is gone.
On a permanent vacation, off the massa plantation.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
Dumb nigga, what you thinkin' bout？
Get rid of that devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
Cuz you can't be the nigga 4 life crew
With a white jew tellin' you what to do.
Pullin' wools with your scams, now i gotta play the silence of
the lambs.
With a midget who's a punk too,
Tryin' to fuck me, but i'd rather fuck you.
Eric wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at
night.
By mista shitpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no
vaseline...
16.Robin Lench
17.Steady Mobbin
(c'mon g)
Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody
You fuckin understand me
(kick his ass)
That's right, get down on the god damn ground now
Fuckin move now
(let me take a shot at him)
We're gonna do you like king
Rodney king, martin luther king
And all the other god damn king's from africa
＊gun shots＊
God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
And when dealin with the lench mob you gots to know
Steady mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of
life
Bound together by motherfuckers that's known
To break em off somethin, give it to me
Four or five niggaz in a mothership
Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
Comin up short of the green guys
And i might start slangin bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With 'u can't touch this' on the front
I'm bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn't know, ice cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white ewings
I'm out the do'
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause i'm ready to hit the road like mario andretti
Bitch, cause i'm steady mobbin
Bustin caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause i'm gettin major
Fuck pac tel, move to sky pager
Told all my friends
Don't drink 8 ball, cause st. ide's is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
Cause they got a few bitches starin
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous bitches, make for happy feds
I'm making my duty to cuss em
Out, cause i just don't trust em
And if you tell on me i'm bombin on betty
Bitch shoulda known i was steady mobbin
Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
And i'm rollin on rims
Eating soul food, and neckbones from m＆m's
Grumblin like a motherfucker
Greasy-ass lips, now i gots to take a shit
Saw sir jinx bailin'
When i hit a lefton ruth ellon, 'whattup loc？'
Don't you know that niggaz get smoked
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
I take you to the pad zoom
Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Jumped back in my low rider
Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
Went to bone's house so i can get the gat
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
Lench mob ain't nuttin but tramps
But hoes lickin us like stamps
One fool brought the music for the yams
But ice cube had more amps, get in bitch
Cause i had the jam on
And i don't want to hear shit about a tampon
Give me the nappy and make me happy
The hoe said 'pappy could you slap me
On the ass hard and fast
And could please try not to leave a gash？'
I said yeah, but i don't play sex
When i'm putting on the latex
Slipped on the condom
Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin
18.True To The Game
You know who i'm talking to
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed your homeboys and you
ain't
Shit
Yeah, you about to get your motherfucking ghetto pass revoked,
Motherfucker
Punk-ass mark, bitch-made
Punk-ass trick in a basket
You got caught up in the mix...＞
It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
So what really goes on
Nothing but a come-up, but ain't that a bitch
They hate to see a young nigga rich
But i refuse to switch even though
Cause i can't move to the snow
Cause soon as y'all get some dough
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow
Moving out your neighborhood
But i walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good
Little kids jumping on me
But you, you wanna be white and corny
Living way out
'nigger go home' spray-painted on your house
Trying to be white or a jew
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to？
Get the hell out
Stop being an uncle tom, you little sell-out
House nigga scum
Give something back to the place where you made it from
Before you end up broke
Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked
I ain't saying no names, you know who you are
You little punk, be true to the game
Break
Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh？
Yeah, get a little money and moves out the neighborhood and shit
But you still ain't shit...＞
When you first start rhyming
It started off slow and then you start climbing
But it wasn't fast enough i guess
So you gave your other style a test
You was hardcore hip-hop
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
Giving our music away to the mainstream
Don't you know they ain't down with the team
They just sent they boss over
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
On mtv but they don't care
They'll have a new nigga next year
You out in the cold
No more white fans and no more soul
And you might have a heart attack
When you find out the black folks don't want you back
And you know what's worse？
You was just like the nigga in the first verse
Stop selling out your race
And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
Niggas always gotta show they teeth
Now i'm a be brief
Be true to the game
Break
I see you got your fancy cars and shit
But you know what？
You still ain't shit
That's right, i caught you slipping
You know i could've gat you
Yeah, but i didn't even trip...＞
A message to the oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, g
Do you like what you see？
But you're quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can't be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don't associate with the negroes
You wanna be just like jack
But jack is calling you a nigga behind your back
So back off genius
I don't need you to correct my broken english
You know that's right
You ain't white
So stop holding your ass tight
Cause you can't pass
So why you keep trying to pass？
With your black ass
Mister big
But in reality, you're shorter than a midge
You only got yourself to blame
Get a grip, oreo and be true to the game
He continues to live in south central los angeles
And he puts his money into projects that improve the
neighborhood...＞
Be true to the game!
19.Us
Verse one：
Could you tell me who released our animal instinct？
Got the white man sittin' there tickled pink.
Laughin' at us on the avenue
Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
We can't enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous... of each other's wealth
Commin' up is just in me
But the black community is full of envy
Too much back-stabbin'
While i look up the street i see all the japs grabbin'
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the county of sips (？)
You know us po niggas： nappy hair and big lips？
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect uncle sam to help us out？
We ain't nothin' but porchmonkeys
To the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin' up is a must
But before we can come up, take a look at us
Verse two：
And all y'all dope-dealers...
Your as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us
You got rich when you started slangin' dope
But you ain't built us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the blacks
Too busy buyin' gold an' caddilacs
That's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin'
Exploitin' us like the caucasians did
For 400 years - i got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Died last year from gang-related crimes
That's why i got gang-related rhymes
But when i do a show ta kick some facts
Us blacks don't know how ta act
Sometimes i believe the hype, man
We're messin' up ourselves and blame the white man
But don't point the finger you jiggaboo
Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you
Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice
No ice cube, just vannilla ice
And yall sit and scream and cus
But there's no one ta blame- but us
Verse three：
Us ... will always sing the blues
'cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
'cause i'll beat you down like it ain't nothin'
Just like a beast
But i'm the first nigga ta holler out {peace, black man}
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
When i get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs an' chitlin's
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
Jobless, so i'm a hope for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
Wit' a picture of a blue-eyed jesus
They used to call me negro
After all this time i'm still bustin up the chiffarobe
No respect and didn't know it
And i'm havin' more babies than i really can afford
In jail 'cause i can't pay the mother
Held back in life because of my color
Now this is just a little summary
Of us, but yall think it's dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about...
20.Wrong Nigga To Fuck Wit
god damn, it's a brand new payback
From the straight gangsta mack in straight gangsta black
How many motherfuckers gotta pay
Went to the shelf and dusted off the ak
Caps gotta get pealed
Cause 'the nigga ya love to hate' still can 'kill at will'
It ain't no pop cause that sucks
And you can new jack swing on my nuts
Down wit the niggaz that i bail out
I'm platinum bitch and i didn't have to sell out
Fuck you ice cube, that's what the people say
Fuck amerikkka, still wit hthe triple k
Cause you know when my nine goes pop
It'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories
up
Now let's see who'll drop
Punk motherfuckers tryin to ban hip-hop
Fuck r＆b and the runnin man
I'm the one that stand, with the gun in hand
Make sure before you buck wit duck quick
Punk, cause i'm the wrong nigga to fuck wit
'i'ma let y'all know one thing man..'
Hell yeah it's on, you better tell 'em
Ice cube and i'm rolling with the motherfuckin l.m.
It's the number one crew in the area
Make a move for your gat and i'll bury ya
Ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt
Punks roll when i put in work
Cause lench mob niggaz are the craziest
And y'all motherfuckers can't fade my shit
South central, that's where the lench mob dwell
Hittin fools up with the big ass l
One time can't hold me back
Sweatshirt, khakis and crokersacs
Stop givin juice to the raiders
Cause al davis, never paid us
I hope he wear a vest
It's all about the l-e-n-c-h y'all know the rest
Motherfuckin crew, motherfuckin mob
Do a motherfuckin job in a motherfuckin squad
In '91 ice cube grew stronger and bigger
And i'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
'one-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and..'
'wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute'
Like i said, it's a brand new payback
Now in '91, let's see who beats the jack
Sir jinx grew a little bit taller
(keep the wack beats out) true motherfuckin baller
And hoes can't roll on
Even bitches looking like en vogue gotta 'hold on'
Don't let me catch daryl gates in traffic
I gotta have it, to peel his cap backwards
I hope he wear a vest too, and his best blue
Goin up against the zulu
Break his spine like a jellyfish
Kick his ass til i'm smellin shit
Off wit the head, off wit the head i say
And watch the devil start kickin
Run around like a chicken, grand dragon finger lickin
Yo, turn him over wit a spatula
Now we got, kentucky fried cracker
Mess with the cube, you get punked quick
Pig, cause i'm the wrong nigga to fuck with!
'last person in the world you wanna fuck with..' (predator 2
sample repeat 3x)
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