Church for Thugs

Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey

What y'all fools know about perculatin' on lo-los?

Mics and six-fo's, ****

No more hand claps, please ****

Here we go

Just Blaze

To all my **** on the porch gettin' they hair braided, cornrowed by a L.A. bitch

And I can't forget, my **** ridin' the train, Yankee fitted, snub nose under that Pelle shit

I love New York, but gangbangin' that's L.A. shit

And I'm proud of it, spit it through the wire so the crowd love it

Haters you know who you are, you can turn it down, fuck it

I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget

I'm gangster, let the 40 cal blow in public

More hatred inside my soul than 'Pac had for Delores Tucker

Every time one of my **** get shot, the more I suffer

'Cause we trapped inside a world where you forced to die for your colors

I seen it all through the Range tints

Got **** doin' life in the state pen so I dread like Jamaicans

If I die for one of my statements, then break up the streets of Compton, spread my blood in the pavement

Believe me

**** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

But when I come through strapped to see what's up

**** really don't want no parts of me, pal

**** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

And when I come through strapped and see what's up

**** really don't want no parts of me, pal

Who I gotta talk to, who I gotta write?

Get my Reebok deal done or I'm stayin' in Air Nikes, aight?

I handle bars, you ain't gotta ride a bike

To beat Game in his skills, here go some trainin' wheels

Let's roll, through the City of God, where **** trained to kill

We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will

For real, nah, for real I need a track, homey

Dre, we too close, ain't no turnin' back, homey

Deal with it, I'ma be here for ten years

Spittin' like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big here

Let me paint this picture while you sit here

Thinkin' in the back of your mind, this is the shit, yeah

I spit for **** doin' twenty-five on they fifth year

Ready to throw a **** off the fifth tier

Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear

And every **** who ever helped me to get here

Believe me

**** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

But when I come through strapped to see what's up

**** really don't want no parts of me, pal

**** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

And when I come through strapped and see what's up

**** really don't want no parts of me, pal

It go one brick, two brick, the boy movin' weight

Now three bricks, four bricks, I'm drivin' upstate

Five bricks, six bricks, the **** got cake

Not rap money, but money been wrapped since '88

Look at the world we live in, **** steady hate till the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face

**** catchin' feelings 'cause I'm about millions

And out of all the newcomers out, my flow the illest

You a close second ****, banana to a gorilla

Put us in the same cage, and I'ma have to peel him

The best of both worlds, rappin' and drug dealin'

Run and tell Lateef, I came to burn down the village

The head honcho, starin' out the third story window of my Beverly Hills condo

Two long-ass Heats, I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo

You **** want me out of L.A., yeah, I know

Believe me

**** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

But when I come through strapped to see what's up

**** really don't want no parts of me pal

**** keep sayin' they gon' heat me up

Talkin' that shit like they gon' lay me down

And when I come through strapped and see what's up

**** really don't want no parts of me, pal