[sound of heart beating]



Yo man

Yo man, what's up?

What's your worst nightmare?

Is this it?



[steps are heard]



- Yo hus, I like the 8Ball jacket

- Yeah yo, it's dope, give it up, sucker

- Nah man... nah man



[brawl ensues

shots are fired

body drops

heartbeat sounds stop

flatline is heard]



(Hey yeah

Hey, hey yeah)



Your worst nightmare is a young gangbanger [x3]



(Funkyeeee... yeah)



I said peace to a brother and then I shot him

I pulled away, I know that I got him

Then I rolled up the cheeba-cheeba

That's all a brother like me really needed

Why I did it, or really why I done it?

I don't know why, but the game, I run it

Thinkin way back how the story was told

Gettin (funkeeee) when I was 12 years old

I didn't give a damn about tyin no thether

All I needed was the nine millimeter

All my homies has been some thugs

To make a little money we sold a little drugs

PSK, just makin that big green

A rough brother at the age of 16

But nowadays I'm a dope rap singer

Your worst nightmare is a young gangbanger



(Funkyeeee... yeah)

Your worst nightmare is a young gangbanger [x4]



A shoe-shine nigga I never will be

When you gonna ever let a brother be free?

What up with that (funkeeee) that I see

When I turn on my TV?

Cause if you think a young brother really care

About a brother livin in Bel Air

Hell no, I'm straight from the ghetto

Smoke a little weed just to stay a little mellow

A Asiatic blackman, you understand

Because I'm rich you think that I'm a dopeman

I hear your laughter everytime that I say that

But you won't laugh when I pull on the git-gat

You rather see me pickin yo cotton

Than a young blackman clickin and clockin

G's, cause I'm a dope rap singer

Your worst nightmare a young gangbanger



(Funkyeeee... yeah)

Your worst nightmare is a young gangbanger [x4]



(Sucker)



(Funkyeeee)

(Hey yeah)

(Funkyeeee... yeah)

(Hey yeah)

[scratching of ]

(Funkeeee)



(Bust a funky rap)



[guest rapper]

Listen up, hard teachin go down from the wild side

School didn't do it, so what, gotta try

Crime - in this game yourself that's all you got

If you're soft, hard, the most times end up smooth shot

So now you're deep, you're down

Clear the line one time to trip and slip

And when you slip you're slidin right to a grave

You shoulda learned at school cause the drugs made you a slave

(Yeah) sucker



[scratching of ]

(Funkeeee)



(Hey yeah)



(Your worst nightmare is a young gangbanger)



[scratching of ]

(Funkeeee)



(Hey yeah)