It's the mob niggas, you know what I mean?
What the fuck wrong with these niggas?
Huh?
How the fuck they think they gonna be in the streets and we ain't gonna eat?
It's real shit.
You know what I mean?
I wanna say it.
What up, Dre?
You know what I mean?
What's happening with it?
You know?
When the real niggas gonna eat, nigga, huh?
The harder they hit, the harder I'ma get.
These niggas don't fuck with us cause they done started shit.
Begging for a ghetto pass and won't let the ghetto pass.
Stay on some gangsta rap and won't let the metal blast.
Dre killed me.
Went straight out of Compton.
Fucking lame.
G -Unit had to scoop the game.
I see you keep them in the shooting range cause we on that gang shit.
Rolling in the same car, get hit with the same brick.
Since 85, dawg, I been on the same shit.
Gangsta, gangsta, blow out your brains quick.
Pac told me this dude wasn't cool.
When he turned Q down, I knew.
Dude was a fool.
Yes, dude.
Really cool.
He ain't gotta hit the streets.
He had mailmen in him.
He ain't gotta hit the beat.
Now see why the homie C -Mac went off.
Instead of slapping all your artists, he should've capped one off.
Bitch.
And I'll kill anyone who dares to go against me.
Dying ain't what you're living for.
Dying ain't what you're living for.
And I'll kill anyone who dares to go against me.
Dying ain't what you're living for.
Dying ain't what you're living for.
When I travel, I be toting my weapon.
Stepping up, I live with aggression.
These niggas want a battle to break them off, but take me a second.
That's all I'm living for.
These niggas really know.
If you ain't ready, what the fuck you niggas claiming for?
I seen it all.
Dre tough.
Niggas walking tall.
I seen it all.
Now he dead with his name on the wall.
That's why I want them all.
These fake niggas gay.
I gotta whack him if I ever catch him in the bay.
And that's the area.
The mafia.
My nigga's a barrier.
The slow carrier.
I cock it back and cause hysteria.
Everybody's running and screaming.
They looking at me scared as fuck.
Like they facing a demon.
I'm just a gangster.
And look, dude, you not.
So fuck a funny fuck.
You've been fucked.
Dude ain't black.
He just a wankster.
What happened?
You got shot.
These niggas rapping, really acting, never been on the block.
I only fuck with niggas that's real in the field.
Me and C -Bo, nigga, that's my homie for real.
And I see Dre.
That nigga really gay on the real.
Let's shoot a knife.
Fuck him out of all his reels.
Wouldn't give a real nigga life.
Now no deal.
Probably put me on the shelves.
Like my boy Rakim.
I'm a straighter.
Let you make a mess.
He's a peasant.
And stop yelling Compton.
Cause I'm Calabasas.
So go have the white boy, white trash ass.
Ghost right for your black ass.
Dre, he's a fag.
Now Jimmy Iovine getting a piece of your ass.
Your ghost writers must be mad.
Cause I ain't heard from your ass.
We about to ride down on you like Baghdad.
Is that the reason why your label name Aftermath?
Cause after I get finished with you, ain't nothing after that.
It's Lil' C -Style Long Beach, nigga, like that.
Yeah, yeah.
And I'll kill anyone who dares to go against me.
Dying ain't what you living for.
Dying ain't what you living for.
And I'll kill anyone who dares to go against me.
Dying ain't what you living for.
Dying ain't what you living for.
