girl, farewell cruel world Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming, don't stop! They got straps to got Boston explodes A gang will roll Hummy hits the street
metro carding it Thugs mobbin it, form partnership Increase armorment, street pharmacist Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments You get caught, rode the white horse and can't get off Big dogs
fish Weezy F bitch I can say what I please Swagger so cold it stay when I leave I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas I kill dogs like I'm making
street size Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats
from me 'Cause I'm from the streets of The Compton I told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mould 'em all? Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
as soon as the shit get started, we gon pop pop pop-pop that body, (Doin' that violent..) Them popo don't want beef, they want this war out on the streets
ass law no love Better let dogs loose, got him, hold him up And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with 'cuz All the real niggas in the streets with
that [Prodigy] Four pounds, stumbled off grounds Fire off many a rounds, I heard return fire 3% of the time Your dogs was wives actin like girls, get feminine when handlin guns
We all got guns, we all got dogs We all gon' make that trip to the morgue We all find it harder to see through the fog We all know the difference between
the air (air) Guns bust, cowards fall Niggaz just don't care (care) To my lord I swear We ain't never playin fair (fair) On the streets you can't sleep
the world So fiendish, old English till I earl, growing pains A young kid learning early how to know the game USA roller-skate ring, marks the crews with techniques Clean streets
I lead the fuckin' life Large dollars, guns and ice Is nothin' you know my weight and the price of it You know how the Q dogs do cousin We don't follow
year, we should have a thousand guns Nigga Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One From dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon) Loaded guns
old man, "Can you help me mista?" Got to the roof clutchin' my four-four Open up the door, yo, guess who I saw (Who?) Black and [unverified] now, ain't this proper Guns
when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low I fight to struggle hopin' God don?t stop my hustle My fam fight back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle
get a crumb from me Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton) I told em all - all them little gangstasWho you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns
? And pretty soon even you will be a goner Easy access to guns, liquor stores on every corner Street knowledge is a must, you never learn enough You'
, punk niggas feel inferior Guns make us superior, cats start acting scarier Situations get hairier, yo You know who killing it, niggas saying they militant The only blood in the street
