Now this is for the G's who know we needs that gangsta shit
 It's like the P Funk we funk so its gotsta hit
 And when you fire up that hooter pass it to the young G
 The nigga Mista Quik  that's me from the C to the P to the T
 And when I'm givin it up for my hood you can't clown
 Cause when we lettin off you gots to duck down
 And then we're rollin back to the spot where they hang
 (Westside fo'hundred street gang) so it's a street thang
 Makin that grip and stackin the chips high
 Ballin never fallin I gots to stay fly
 Whether they smokin up them beadies or rollin the joints fat
 I gotta kick it with my niggaz cause it's like that
 And you need to know I ain't for none, because I'm dumpin
 The hollow point rounds that got everybody humpin
 But niggaz they keep on mouthin, kickin up the static
 But keep on talkin shit *machine gun* and I'ma let you havit

 Yeah yeah
 Huh, I'ma let you havit
 Yeah
 Check this

 Somebody told me that you dissed me (bitch) in your video
 But I ain't trippin cause I'm knowin you ain't nothin but a silly hoe
 And yeah I said your monkey ass name in my underground tape
 But if you peeped game you woulda heard me say
 ("To the top of the tree, for C-M-W see")
 We wasn't dissin lettin you know the other side was on a mission
 Comin up with the Quik-ness, now you know who's dick this is
 Down in the throats of the Compton's Most Bitches
 So take this shit back to your set if you got one
 And I'ma be puttin the double oh bugs in my shotgun
 And if you come back fuckin around I'ma take your life
 Why would you come back to a gunfight, with a fuckin knife?
 So there it is MC Eiht, cause you're wack
 And Mista Quik can beat the niggaz down with another sack
 So keep on rollin in your Camry or your Rabbit but
 if I catch you slippin in my hood, gotta let you havit

 Ahh yeah
 Gotta let you havit
 Huh, I'ma let you havit