Yeah, Fort Knocks, Aftermath, Compton to Jersey What y'all fools know about perculatin on lo-los? Mics and six-fo's nigga Ha ha, no more hand claps, please nigga Here we go - Just Blaze! To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch And I can't forget, my niggas 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 {*volume fades*} {*volume rises*} 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 Niggas 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 Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Believe me Niggas 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 Niggas 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 niggas trained to kill We'll chop you up a hundred times worse than the Haitians will F'real, nah f'real I need a track homey Dre we too close, ain't no turnin back homey Deal with it, I'mma 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 niggas doin 25 on they fifth year Ready to throw a nigga off the fifth tier Them white boys in the Abercrombie & Fitch gear And every nigga who ever helped me to get here Believe me Niggas 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 Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Believe me Niggas 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 Niggas 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 nigga got cake Not rap money, but money been wrapped since eighty-eight Look at the world we live in, niggas steady hate 'til the Heckler and Koch, leave 'em chopped up like Freddie's face Niggas catchin feelings cause I'm about millions And out of all the newcomes out, my flow the illest You a close second nigga, banana to a gorilla Put us in the same cage, and I'mma 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 niggas want me out of L.A., geah I know Believe me Niggas 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 Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal Believe me Niggas 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 Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal