Potential Victims

Lyrics

[Intro: Keith David] Ice Cube, WC and Mack 10 The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer [Refrain: Ice Cube] Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description This is dedicated to potential victims Because crucifixion ain't no fiction Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission [Chorus: Ice Cube] To all my white niggas, to all my light niggas To all my dark niggas, I'm trying to spark niggas I want to shark niggas, not to mark niggas Fuck the park niggas, I want your heart niggas [Verse 1: WC, Ice Cube, Mack 10] The hood most honorable, carnage, Geronimo Pratt, nigga Prosecuted for making your brain splat, nigga And Crocker sense is the Westside nickel Jim Brownin' you bitches off the back of a window, yeah From O.J. to MJ and Michael Tyson They fucked up Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind You don't have to be a Taliban to feel the baton Throw up the W, victims of the red, black and blue I kicks in the door, waving a automatic I'm mad as fuck, breathing hard as a asthmatic Attitude's unpredictable, behavior's sporadic Could snap at any time, and right now I done had it, bitch [Interlude: Keith David] Make no mistake about it, your life has just been threatened (*echo*) [Chorus: Ice Cube] To all my white niggas, to all my light niggas To all my dark niggas, I'm trying to spark niggas I want to shark niggas, not to mark niggas Fuck the park niggas, I want your heart niggas [Refrain: Ice Cube] Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description This is dedicated to potential victims Because crucifixion ain't no fiction Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission [Verse 2: WC, Ice Cube, Mack 10] I'm cockin' the hammer, fuckin' up the camera, was workin' on things Like Kobe they trying to throw dirt on my name Mo' money, mo' drama, but nigga fuck the hype, flash the light I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, c'mon You look hard, act hard, in the backyard Front yard, lunch card, but the nigga run hard I run yards, punk guards, nigga so large If I get caught, nigga no charge Here come a West Coast gangsta in khakis and creases Plus a pink slip nigga, you punks is leases My white Bentley got peanut butter guts like Reese's Blood-peeled niggas is red like an endangered species, fucker [Interlude: Keith David, Ice Cube] In his age of terror, fear is the killer One thing remains constant The Westside motherfucking Connection You might as well keep it gangsta They've got us all under surveillance Bitch you know the side World-motherfucking-wide [Chorus: Ice Cube] To all my white niggas, to all my light niggas To all my dark niggas, I'm trying to spark niggas I want to shark niggas, not to mark niggas Fuck the park niggas, I want your heart niggas [Outro: Ice Cube] Too many lost Too many lost