Heeeyyy, uhh, half ounce in yo mouth
Check it out, half ounce in the house
Chrous: bring the yellow tape nigga fosho,
Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas hell no,
Fools ready to die,
Don't be afraid,
Bring your gun and your sac cuzz we under attack,
Verse 1:
Takes no chances,
End with up that least circumstances,
Keeps a cool composure,
One time's takin those glances,
Who be's your enemy on the evilest team,
Racketeerin all your c.r.e.a.m.,
Havin your worst bad dreams,
Pesos for all the amigos
And the sistas,
How ya likin us now,
Competitas gon' bow,
Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner,
Keeps my hand in the pie like little jack horner,
Soldiers on my left right ready to die,
Infiltraters six feet keeps our head to the sky,
Its a cold cruel world tryin to watch my back,
Got these cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack,
Shiit!! for the paper,
Street dreams and all,
Best be ready to hit the doo' when the one times call,
Gots the picture it's still for the money son,
And if you're bailin' through compton you betta bring a gun,
