[Threat]

I told you every nigga on my block, won't stop

One time rather send RoboCop

Cause comin down my block is like comin out the pockets

Damn it's hard to see behind a stocking (mask)

Niggaz get sniped in broad daylight

So imagine what the fuck go on at night well let me tell you

The holy's, the two-lows and, who knows

The nigga had some sales but now they gone, where they at?

In the back of my El Camino, my homie Deano

sold 'em to me half price cause he knew me

Then I went straight to the paint and a throw cost a bank

So who the fuck can I date?

Eeney-meenie-meenie-miney-moe, whatchu' got?

Very next stop - hydraulic shop

I used to have a 211 case but they dropped it

So turn around punk so I can check yo' back pockets



[Chorus: x2]

[scratch] "Tie 'em up" - give it up

"Somebody gots ta.." - give it up



[Threat]

Roll through the hood and say whassup to the homies

Put two hundred on the forties

And hit the switch and let the ass on the six just drag

Showin off my rim no gold knockoff ("oh no!")

Clownin this like side to side, front to back

So you can get with this or get with that

It's ninety-two but if you do bring a crew cause the L.A. Zoo

is straight puttin niggaz on Q..

They just mad cause they can't get with the

niggaz who be talkin that ol' fly pimp shit

Cause they don't wanna slang, they'd rather smoke

Comin up short, accidentally coppin soap (damn!)

Only the strongest survive the longest

All my G homies put me up on it

So watch cause if you watch it's too big

Hers and his you know what time it is, come out the pockets



[Chorus]



[Threat]

Gank the rich and give to the poor

And that's for makin momma do the floors

It ain't no way in a fuck y'all can make a butler

out a Westside, hard time hustler (like me)

I'd rather see a grave, than be a slave

On front page on the stage with a twenty gauge

Cause ropes and whips and belts don't help

So you can bail that motherfuckin hay yo'self

For five-twenty-five they must be high

Smokin up three and fo' chickens at once

Servin them thangs like Burger King

So let me show you love on a fat dub

But I didn't know he was a NARC with the police department

Then again I wouldn't know I never seen the seargeant

sucker, now I'm stuck up like a [?]

And tell my bitch to come get me up out this motherfucker

Jammed, cause, Uncle Sam

is givin ten years for every damn gram ("Bam!")

You wanna throw away me and throw away the key

And stick me in the dungeon with the criminals, him and those

deputies, kickin those refugees

I made bail punk so you can have my bunk



[Ice Cube] "Tie 'em up" (give it up) "and then feed the bitch pork!"



(That's how them motherfuckers did me.

Gave me handcuffs and a ham sandwich.)