Crip niggas, Blood niggas, Eses, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, White Boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vicelords, Hatians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin' Since the West Coast fell off, the steets been watchin' The West Coast never fell off, I was 'sleep in Compton Aftermath been here, the beats been knockin' Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin' I got California love, fuckin' bitches to that Pac shit And Westside Connection been had it locked bitch I'm in the rear-view, my guns is cockin' I'll put red dots on that nigga head like Rodman All Stars, fat laces, gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty I'm back Niggas hate me been there, done that, sold crack Got jacked, got shot, came back jumped on Dre's back Payback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs All you old record labels tryin' to advance Aftermath, bitch, take it like a motherfuckin' man If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) I'm low-ridin' homie, Six-Tre impala Gold Ds spinnin', chrome hydraulics Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathin' Hollow tips make niggas dissappear like houdini Gang bangin' is real homie I'm livin' proof Like Snoop Dogg C-walkin' on top of the devil's roof Rap critics wanna converse, about this and that 'Cause red strings in this converse and this a Dre track Keep jibberin' jabberin', I pull a .38 Magnum And get the clickin' and clackin' Your homies wanna know what happened Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson I might be Spike Lee of this gun clappin' Prior to rappin' I was drug traffickin' In the dope spot playin' John Madden Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45 If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A Dodger fitted on I'm doing my thing Got me fuckin' wit' G-Unit, you know the drama that bring I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens And Buck told me in Cashville, I'm good when I come through So I ain't gotta tuck in my chain like DJ Pooh I'm gangsta more like Deebo when he was Zeus Play Bishop, I paint that picture, now who got the juice? You niggas is Nutso, I'll take off ur roof Leave your ass steched out like a Cadillac Coupe God gotta let me in heaven all the shit I been through I was an O.G. in the hood before I turned 22 Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest And I don't contemplate whether or not he left that shit on the dresser Got Compton on my back I'm startin' to feel the pressure I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre Records If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside) If you take a look in my eyes You see I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where your from (Nigga, Westside)

Yeah, uh Yeah Danger, you the fuck, nigga? Look, this for them niggas gettin' Jew money Every time they step on the ave, get they chef on, uh Say, "Mazel tov", before they step on the glass (ha-ha-ha-ha) Stretch on, keep a big weapon to blast, uh (brr) My shows ready-made, Just Don collab (ah) I'll probably be in your projects with all my ice out (okay) Run up, one of my youngins gon' put your lights out (brr, brr) Fuck what you write 'bout, I know what your life 'bout (pussy) Free my dog, he spin the yard with his knife out (free my niggas) Yeah, we came a long way from pushin' grams (uh-huh) Say what you want, but you can't say I ever took the stand, uh (never) I knew he was pussy when I shook his hand (cat) Then we can't get to him, then we gon' cook his mans (brr) For every brick he whip, we throw the cook a gram (whip up) I'm sittin' back, I'm blowin' on a Cookie strand, huh (smokin') We keep the Glocks near, this shit is not fear (yeah) Machine, bitch, everything I drop is top tier Ah, I mean you see the way the neck's lookin' (yeah) So you already know the way them checks lookin', (we eatin') Yeah, I put the city on my back Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map (yeah, see what I did) Next tour's a quarter mil' run (we eatin', uh-huh) They hated on the team, but we still won (hah) Uh, I put the city on my back (yeah) Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map, ah (yeah, yeah) I'm A student, I mean I do my homework No ski mask, put in my own work I do, do my homework I do, I do put in my own work Valedictorian, bulletproof DeLorean (yeah) My windows thick like twenty-four-hour stores Kevlar all up in the dash and the doors (uh-uh) It's rare that I'm wrong, I think I'm ready for war What's up? I reflect the darkest cloud in the sky I'm the coldest winter day when I'm out with the K Chill, play it cool 'till I come and get frostbit Let the D's find the strap in the snow after I toss it (woah) You fuck around, I set your ass on fire Hallow tips burn faster than rubber on spinnin' tires I'm up early with the birds, I push up in my regimen Party with the animals, I bet I get the metal in I mean you see the way the neck's lookin' So you already know the way them checks lookin' Eh, I put the city on my back Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map, yeah Next tour's a quarter mil' run They hated on the team, but we still won Uh, I put the city on my back Got it poppin' on these niggas Put the city on the map, ah

You forgot my style Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often? The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy Couldn't help but think "nigga better you than me" .38 ain't got no safety, that bullet ain't got a name on it But it's hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching Run, run, hit the gate, D's yelling "drop it" Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby But he was outside talking to niggas crazy In a room full of people came to pay their respect I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail ROR, trust me nigga I know the law Release on your own recognizance, that bullshit I'm on it That's his first taste, I mean his first case Got knocked with the strap, but not the one that clapped This nigga here we still got that, yeah First law in my hood is show no fear Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures Trying to come up, still eating around roaches Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions Lucky charms, stay armed, niggas won't clap you then We watch the side bitch talking like she a main bitch His wifey just sat there, preachers weren't saying shit Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave This type shit a nigga got to see to believe These bitches acting up in here Police they don't fucking care Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this shit He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball You play with the wrong niggas we gon' get to letting off I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split Hit the parking lot, chill where the weed is lit Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga We all can't win, some of us got to lose Envision a lil' dog barking at a pack of wolves Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah, that's what happened He just went on and on till niggas started attacking Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing 50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name It's 50 50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name It's 50

You are appreciated. When I was young me and my mama had beef 17 years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, scared to go home I was a fool with the big boys, breakin' all the rules Shed tears with my baby sister Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids And even though we had different daddies The same drama, when things went wrong we blamed mama I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell Huggin' on my mama from a jail cell And who'd think in elementary, hey I'd see the penitentiary One day, runnin' from the police that's right Mama catch me, put a whoopin' to my backside And even as a crack fiend mama You always was a black queen mama I finally understand for a woman it ain't easy tryin' to raise a man You always was committed, a poor single mother on welfare Tell me how you did it, there's no way I can pay you back But the plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair No love for my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there He passed away and I didn't cry 'Cause my anger wouldn't let me feel for a stranger They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless But all along I was lookin' for a father, he was gone I hung around with the thugs and even though they sold drugs They showed a young brother love I moved out and started really hangin' I needed money of my own so I started slangin' I ain't guilty 'cause even though I sell rocks It feels good puttin' money in your mailbox I love payin' rent when the rent's due I hope you got the diamond necklace that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me You never left me alone because you cared for me And I can see you comin' home after work, late Your in the kitchen tryin' to fix us a hot plate Just workin' with the scraps you was given And mama made miracles every Thanksgiving But now the road got rough, your alone Tryin' to raise 2 bad kids on your own And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (And dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. Pour out some liquor and I reminisce 'Cause through the drama, I can always depend on my mama And when it seems that I'm hopeless You say the words that can get me back in focus When I was sick as a little kid To keep me happy, there's no limit to the things you did And all my childhood memories Are full of all the sweet things you did for me And even though I act crazy I got to thank the Lord that you made me There are no words that can express how I feel You never kept a secret, always stayed real And I appreciate how you raised me And all the extra love that you gave me I wish I could take the pain away If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day Everything will be alright if you hold on It's a struggle, everyday gotta roll on And there's no way I can pay you back But my plan is to show you that I understand. You are appreciated. Lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, place no one above ya. (You are appreciated) Sweet lady, don't ya know we love ya. (Dear Mama) Sweet lady, lady, lady, lady.

I got shot Dear I always felt like I'd be shot Are you afraid to die? Somebody try to do me some harm Or do you wanna live forever Because a lot of people don't like me Tell me, what's wrong? They wanna bury me, I'm worried, I'm losin' my mind Look down the barrel of my 9, and my vision's blurry Fallin' to pieces, am I guilty? I pray to the Lord But he ignores me, unfortunately, 'cause I'm guilty Show me a miracle, I'm hopeless I'm chokin' off marijuana smoke With every toke it's like I'm losin' focus Fallin' asleep while I'm in service, when will I die? Forever paranoid and nervous, because I'm high Don't mention funerals, I'm stressin' and goin' nutty And reminiscin' 'bout them niggas that murdered my buddy I wonder: When will I be happy? Ain't nothin' funny Flashbacks of bustin' caps, anything for money Where am I goin'? I discovered, can't nothin' save me My next door neighbor's havin' convo with undercovers Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it Happy birthday, bitch, you know you shouldn't have did it Everybody's dyin', am I next? Who can I trust? Will they be G's, and they look at me before they bust? Or will they kill me while I'm sleepin'? Two to the head while I'm in bed Leakin' blood on my satin sheets Is there a heaven for a baller? I'm gettin' suspicious of this bitch The line's busy every time I call her Now she's tellin' me to visit, who else is home? I check the house before I bone, so we all alone After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later! To all the players, watch the fly way a nigga played her This bitch is tellin' all her homies That I can fuck her like no other Now them other bitches wanna bone me I'm under pressure, gettin' drunk, somebody help me I drank a fifth of Hennessy, I don't think it's healthy I see my enemies, they creepin', don't make me blast I watch the 5-0's roll, the motherfuckers pass By me like they know me, smilin' as they laugh I put up my middle finger, then I dash Niggas don't like me, 'cause I'm thuggin' And every day I'm a hustler lookin' to get paid If I know that in this hotel room, they have food everyday And i'm knocking on the door everyday to eat And they tell, they open the door Let me see the party Let me see like them throwing salami all over I mean just like throwing food around But they're telling me "there's no food in here" You know what i'm saying? Everyday, I'm standing outside trying to Sing my way in You know what i'm saying? "We are hungry please let us in'" "We are hungry please let us in" After about a week that song is gonna change to "We hungry, we need some food" "Gimmie all the food or we're breaking down the door" And after a year then you just like You know what I'm saying, I'm picking the lock Coming through the door blasting You know what I'm saying? It's like you hungry, you reached your level You don't want anymore We asked 10 years ago We was asking with the Panthers We was asking with them, the Civil Rights Movement We was asking you know Now those people that asked are all dead and in jail So now what do you think we're gonna do? Ask? They wanna bury me, I'm worried no need to lie I pray to God I don't scream when it's time to fry Nowhere to rest, I'm losin' homies ain't that a bitch? When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga's lonely I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer I see visions of me dead, Lord, are you there? Then tell me, am I lost? 'Cause I'm lonely I thought I had friends, but in the end a nigga dies lonely Nowhere to run, I'm in terror, and no one cares A closed casket at my funeral and no one's there Is there a future for a killer? I change my ways But still that don't promise me the next day So I stay thuggin' with a passion, forever blastin' I'm bustin' on these motherfuckers in my madness They wonder if I'm hellbound Well, Hell can't be worse than this, 'cause I'm in Hell now Don't make me hurt you, I don't want to, but I will Seen motherfuckers killed over phone bills Never will I die, I'll be back Reincarnated as a motherfuckin' MAC -11, 'cause in Heaven there's no shortage on G's I'm tellin' you now: "You motherfuckers don't know me" I ain't scared to die I ain't scared to die Only fear of death Only fear of death Only fear of death The controversy over Death Row Records And its owner being sort of a gangster Everybody's asking about Death Row Suge ain't no gangsta. He's chilling No? No man, Suge a rider I know what good morals are But you're supposed to disregard good morals When you're living in a crazy, bad world If you're in hell, how can you live like an angel? You're surrounded by devils, trying to be an angel? That's like suicide