Lyrics

[Intro: The Game] Ay the streets is watchin', homie I got that P89 with the scope on it Red dot for niggas You don't really wanna die bitch It's a lot of niggas ain't wanna see this happen This Compton shit They can't stop gangsta rap Got hollow tips for niggas like you [Verse 1: The Game] This rap shit got everybody hatin' me like I'm Ja Rule Wanna send shots through the cutlers, it must be the shoes Is it the all stars or the black twenty-twos or 'cause I fuck with some Crips, and I bang Piru Or is it 'cause I won't let the spirit of Eric Wright die Bang G-Unit and read The Source line for line? I know the drama this rap shit bring So the way I wanna die, gettin' brains down Crenshaw throwin' up westside A year ago I was makin' moves The closest I ever been to NY was Krush Groove Now I walk through Manhattan, pants saggin' Ay we got 'em rockin' All Stars What they know about khakis and Chuck Taylors impalas on gold daytons? While we was hittin' switches y'all was hatin' I'm surrounded by legends sittin' at the round table, streets is talkin' They gon' Jam Master J you It's gon' be a lotta blood shed Eiht pass me the fo-fifth [Chorus: MC Eiht] You could spread it like a rumor, man, fuck what ya heard I'ma scream it from the ghetto to the Suburbs It's Compton for life, westside ya heard? (Geah) These hood muhfuckers leave ya dead on a curb You could spread it like a rumor, man, fuck what ya heard I'ma scream it from the ghetto to the Suburbs It's Compton for life, westside ya heard (Geah) These hood muhfuckers leave ya dead on a curb [Pre-verse: MC Eiht] Geah, it's Compton, geah, it's Compton, geah, scream, Compton, geah, come on [Verse 2: MC Eiht] Been a hood muhfucker since my early teens How these OGs taught me how to gangsta lean Bandanna [?] face to drive-by clean Snitch muhfuckers talk how we fled the scene Back, back muhfucker, I ain't scared of none of ya'll My hood marks the spot, my name on the wall You know the best coast, west coast, Compton city Your favorite gang rapper like do wah diddy I'm strictly street, it don't get no better The AK or berretta (pow, pow) settle the vendetta Smallz from Compton and Game don't wait Eight fuckin' seconds we takin' over your state Your hood is mine, nigga get that Best bow down now or I'ma get the gat It's gon' be blood stains last place you sat If you ain't dead now, the line a go flat It's no competition, I murder you muhfuckers You high profile niggas tryna duck us I'm a Compton veteran, fools better run P.E. number one, 40 weighing a ton Still a nigga witta attitude, expressing myself That's why the heat stay on my lap and not on the shelf Smallz [?] [?], G-G, the gang unit Real Compton niggas don't try to assume it You clowns is first on the muhfuckin' list, four fingers, two in the middle with a muhfuckin' twist [MC Eiht Talking] Geah, geah It's Compton, it's Compton Geah, T Smallz My nigga Game Real Compton, come on [Chorus: MC Eiht] You could spread it like a rumor, man, fuck what ya heard I'ma scream it from the ghetto to the Suburbs It's Compton for life, westside ya heard (Geah) These hood muhfuckers leave ya dead on a curb [Outro: MC Eiht] Compton for life, westside ya heard? These hood muhfuckers leave you dead on a curb These hood muhfuckers leave you dead on a curb Westside ya heard? Compton ya heard? geah!