Ole School Shit (feat. Gangsta Dresta, B.G. Knocc Out & Sylk)

Hey yella

Kick that shit

19-9-motherfuckin'-E

The motherfuckin' year of the real motherfuckin' g's

And we gonna do shit like this

**** evidently, ya just don't know who ya fucking with

So I suggest get in ya shit and keep truckin', bitch

Before I get my gat ya pressure case

Blast, blast I leave my gang bang layin' on ya face

I tattoo Dre name on my chest

Cross it out just another **** that I x-ed, huh

And you won't see R-I-P, you'll see P-N-D

A punk **** deceased, yeah

And the bitch that was yours will be mine, buddy

All because ya woofed on a **** that was nutty

And I had to make an example

**** thinks I'm crazy now but that was just a sample

Of a **** with street wise reality

That don't give a fuck type Compton mentality

I stare back death right in the face

Contemplate my a last day on and everyday base

Cause a **** never know when he go

I hope it only takes one shot

Cause I don't wanna die slow

My funeral will be full of my peers

People that never gave a fuck

About me droppin' phony tears

I hope I'm in the casket face down

So all you motherfuckers can kiss my black ass now

And fuck all that cryin' all night

Just be happy that I'm rid of this fucked life, yeah

And now you see you can't handle me

I give a shout to tonel and the ruthless fuckin' family

Yeah, out with the old, in with the motherfuckin' new

But check this out

I got somebody for ya, bitch

Motherfucker

Now it's about time for the sylk to speak

Check that ass last week

You off the chronic and you tweak

Speak when I feel

Cause I'm as real as they come

I'm a bitch with gun

Never run ain't for none

So step, step up

If ya wanna test ya luck, trick

Sister like sylk

Really don't give a fuck, bitch

Punk bitches wanna step phony speak howdy doody

I make ya self break ya self bitch you never knew me

Yours truly no longer layin' in the cut

Steady fuckin' shit up

Never see me shakin' my butt, I strut

Like a gangsta bitch, no, not a pranksta bitch

I'm quick to gank a bitch, trick

Peep game at this bitch as I shoot this

Gangsta bitch steppin' rollin' with the ruthless

The R-U-T-H-L-E double S, yo, it's the **** knockout

Claim the Block so **** what's next

Try to stop and flex and get wrecked like a mack truck

I'm kickin', tah spittin' this funky shit to make a quick fat buck

I'm doggin' a dog you suckers can't talk about tip flip I rip shit

I'm stressin'

"damn 'cause, "pick it back up"

Chillin' up in the studio

With the ruthless family

Fuck the death row posse

Yo, them fools can nor handle me

Snoop and Andre ya come and try to fade uh

Loc'ed out, Compton, original baby gangsta

1-8-7's how we do it on the west

Ya say ya shit chronic but to me it's more like stress

Or should I say my shit the stronic

The doggo pound don't wanna step to the atomic dog

D-O-T-K-N-O double C-O-U-T so motherfucker

Come and fuck with me

Come on, come on

This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check

Ruthless motherfuckin' family ya still in effect

This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check

Ruthless motherfuckin' family ya still in effect

This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check

Ruthless motherfuckin' family ya still in effect

This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check

Ruthless motherfuckin' family kick that shit

Jealousy is a motherfucker when your the man

With the upper hand I don't give a shit

Clock a grip like no other can

Wanna be like me be a G like me

But I'm the **** that made a G

Outta the bitch D-R Eazy

I was the captain

Dre was my sidekick

Everything was cool

Til he wanted to get what I get

Any other real G, Eazy-motherfuckin'-E

Now claimin' you a G

How does I feel to be me