Going, Going, Gone you better raise up
 cause ain't no telling when it's on.
 (straight soldier don't make me have to show ya.)

 Straight Soldier don't make me have to show ya.

 Chorus (2X)

 Verse One:

 Now I'm set, ready to peel a cap
 for a bas-relief still got P-funk knockin'
 out bustin' out teeth, with the show that's
 boss now who lost? Told you over and over
 that it would cost. Bringin' a crisis to those who
 wanna act tough, enough is enough got
 your ass on Q when I caught'cha bluff
 ain't no passes or freebee you don't
 wanna see me cause it's worser than
 hell straight from Long Beach. That
 Wayniac an Eastside nigga wit' an attitude
 quicker than quick to bust a cap in a punk fool.
 God damn it's only right from the hitman you
 wouldn't understand the way I think of my game
 plan. Therefore, a nigga like you better slow
 your roll, act like you know before I show.
 The real deal still kickin' the shit with the passion
 dangerous psycho-manic nigga when I'm blastin'
 think not. Come try me and it's on for life.
 Cause I'm causin' shattered dreams as I
 kill your kids and your wife nigga, so back
 off this soldier quick cause I'm still goin' muthafucka'
 the first round draft pick.

 Chorus

 Verse Two:

 God damn! Another murder on the Eastside
 six police cars plus an undercover G ride
 Yellow tape stretched out like the fuckin freeway
 talkin on the phone to this bitch on a three-way
 She done got the scoop on the shit as it went down
 it's a homicide youngsta' wounded plus a dead
 cop. Niggas gon be niggas comin' up it's a must
 G fuckin' wit' that bone and get that ass put to
 sleep see. Because of hard times got us all
 on the jack move be careful who you jack cuz
 this nigga straight servin' fools. Ain't nothin
 poppin' but some coochie and some popcorn
 who will be the next nigga that the Loc is gonna
 have to warn? It's a sad case then life is fucked
 up, set killin' set that's how the shit is summed up
 be careful where you goin' certain places that
 you ride cuz right about now it's gettin' crucial
 on the Eastside

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 Waitin' for the roll call to begin ya' thought it would
 end but it's not still tearin'em limb from limb, gangsta
 stroll when I T-roll gotta put a hole unless I'm ready
 to unload and take a soul. Flashbacks on my
 younger days still got me fazed but like they say
 nothin' seems to amaze. Cuz you have to be a
 street wise nigga to peep the game, watch the aim
 cuz the bullet don't carry a name. And it might be
 the cops who take pop at a young black nigga
 gettin' his props, no doubt it. Cuz it's been done
 before so here's a quiz if you don't die you go to
 court your word against his. Fucked up but that's
 the justice and the peace the matter's in my hands
 I know how to make it cease. Grab my reasons
 and keep'em quiet, cuz I know damn well that they
 don't wanna see another riot. Uncontrollable when I
 get it goin' you push the button of a nigga that keeps
 it flowin, daily. Can't stop, won't stop, and I won't
 quit, signing off muthafuckas from the first round draft
 pick.

 Chorus (3X