Ice Cube Album

[hook]
[mr. short khop, (ice cube)]
I check it in on the west coast (ask about me)
I check it in in the dirty south (a-yeay)
I check it in in the mid-west (hustle, man)
I check it in on the east coast (the hustle gang)
(look at me)
(don matta’)
(poppa don)

[ice cube]
Check my blood pressure,
They think they fresher than the don
Prescription pills to keep me calm,
Nigga, I’m da bomb!
In the black testerosa,
Sippin’ on mimosa,
A bleedin’ ? nosa?
I’m in the west, we ain’t got the ? nego?
Give me sicko kilos from puerto rico
When I okay it,
So much cheese, you got to weigh it
Never thought these niggaz was the feds
"freeze" was the sound
I started lettin’ off rounds,
Lay the whole fuckin’ room down
I don’t wanna see your honor,
Ratha eat pirhana from benny hana,
Smokin’ marijuana in my sauna,
I done hade it with these attics and faggots,
They them rattic causin’ static,
Bring me my a-u-t-o-matic,
Oh niggaz wanna se how we ride
Bitch, you know the muthafuckin’ side,
World muthafuckin’ wide.

[chorus]
Make yo’ hustle official,
And them niggaz that’s wit’ you,
Gotta push tha issue,
On the fools that dis you,
Whether pump or pistol,
When it’s up in yo’ gristle,
Hand yo’ mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.

*hook* (replace "a-yeay" with "ask about me")

Can you dig her?
It’s the bigger, seven-figure, super nigga
Wit’ the triggas at yo’ dome,
We like to roam,
Through yo’ muthafuckin’ home like a comb
And find the money that’s gone
And we’ll take you, shake you,
Break you, take two,
Play you on wit’ the chrome,
Nigga shoot!
Execute, they try to electrocute
I got too much loot
Ya say I’m on yo’ hit list,
You niggaz miss,
Tryin’ to turn my muthafuckin’ cheese into swiss
Rappers make bucks and I can hear it,
Hard to fear it,
’cuz I know you grew up on my lyrics
It’s the boss player,
Never lost hair over assholes,
Blast holes in you muthafuckin’ tadpoles
Like a bullfrog,
Nigga I’m a bullhog,
Guppies get worked like puppies by the bulldog
Where millions never gave a fuck about sicilians,
Or killas on t.v. can see,
We got the real ones
So check yo’ muthafuckin cd-rom
And your world wide web, dot com,
It’s the don mega!

*chorus*
*hook*

[mr. short khop, (ice cube)]
What cha call it? (the hustle gang) x3
What cha call it? (hustle, man)

[ice cube]
Ask about me x2

Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Brrrrr

Verse 1: ice cube
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you dig it?
You fed, you dead, see red
My lead, yo head, I fed
Like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga lincoln help me navigate
Thru this hate retaliate, it’s official
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb
When I hit you
Push the issue
My ghetto dope is amazin
The bitch that’s with you already know that I’m blazin
That’s by the number, we can slumber, on the under
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder
The frozen tundra ain’t cold enough
And baby ain’t old enough
For this game I’m rollin up
De-zamn it feels good to be the don
Straight legit, while niggas like gotti just sit

Chorus: ice cube
A yeah yeah
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(4x)

Verse 2: ice cube
I hold zone like a corleone
No more fuckin with that homegrown
Hit the shit we on
The rolleo’s and the baggetts
You still fuckin with them faggets
We turn haters into maggets
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me
Constantly, put the hustle down
With four or five niggas that’s musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won’t be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn this, you can’t take it
Can’t fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit
Who is it, the exquisite, don mega
Walkin with my entourage, I think I’m betta, makin chedda
You see me sag in my jag, with the rag recognize the flag
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me
I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade
(ch-ching)
(since the tenth grade)
(ch-ching)
(what you need)

Chorus

Verse 3: mr. short khop
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit
Uncandid, it’s the young bandit
Fresh out the trenches, the wood works
City of the ? tempeon? , where the hoods lurk
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
from shattered glass, down the pig locks
Want tips by the clock
You niggas scramblin for fouyan
And settle for crumbs and croutans
I’m out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain’t no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can’t see
So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey
After ben frankeys, with the big skullen eyes
You niggas bound and nullified
Sit back and mine stack it multiply

Chorus: ice cube and mr. short khop
[ic]a yeah yeah
[msk]i push rhymes like weight
[msk]i push rhymes like weight
(2x)
[ic]a yeah yeah
[ic]i push rhymes like weight
[ic]i push rhymes like weight
(2x)

[ice cube] (starts during chorus)
Ask about me
Worldwide baby
Worldwide baby (a yeah yeah)
Ice cube makin more money in the rap game
Than some of you can (a yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand
Puttin it down
We wanted in fifty states for this weight
(a yeah yeah)
Pushin rhymes like weight
Pushin rhymes like weight
(a yeah yeah)
Yeah, blaze one for the nation
(a yeah yeah)
You know my name
You know my name
(a yeah yeah)
You know my name

[mr. short khop]
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it
And think you gonna change the game
You ain’t changin nothin

[ice cube]
I been doin this, I been doin this
Ask about me
Ask about me

Supreme gangsta shit
We dream gangsta shit
[rain pouring] Yes [electric shock, beaker tingling]
Yes [knock on dorr]
Yeah what is it? [continual knocking on door]
What is it?!? (Doctor, is everything alright?)
Yes, I'm straight, go to bed [thunder claps]
[animal screams] Yeah! Yeah!
[woman screaming] It's ALIVE!

[Ice Cube]
It's pourin rain, thunder and lightning
Clash of the titans, I'm home writin
Gangsta rap has arrived, I'm the only man alive
October 31st, 1985
Hard times, just got harder
Adolescent Ice Cube, the shit starter
A martyr, thanks to the father
for bein this mean as sixteen raps, feel like the bitch scream
You learned about your triple beam from me
You stopped payin for pussy and hit that ass for free
A little G never thought, that I could change the world
witta attitude, a Raider jacket and a jheri curl
Got every girl wantin to do me, screw me
Boyz N The Hood, the first rap, the first movie
Oooh wee *woman screaming* it's alive
So whatchu gon' do 24-7, 3-65
Dr. Frankenstein
Dr. Frankenstein

[Mr. Short Khop - x2]
Ooooh wee, it's alive
You better run and hide
Cover your ears and your eyes

[Ice Cube]
The world had to bow to this new style
Dial 9-1-1, makin more money than the law allow
But Fuck Tha Police, they can get deez
Now who was sayin shit like that before me?
No-body, but everybody wanna take the star's place
and be Scarface in the car chase
Illigitimate, counterfeit
Even got white boys talkin shit off the shit I invent
No no, motherfuckers musta took a photo
Tryin to call my gangsta shit 'mafioso'
but who ya usin? Fool it ain't no solution
to the evolution, of pimps and prostitution
I cuss, skanlous, I give a rush
to niggas who mind turn to mush, smokin on brush
Hush, I'm just a lush for this Hen
Chrome electroids, connected to my pen
When, blowin motherfuckers ain't knowin what we goin through
Spiritually, lyrically showin you
They call me, 'AmeriKKKa's Most Hated'
Gettin liberated by this monster I created
Dr. Frankenstein

[Mr. Short Khop]
We love to bump you Frankenstein
Yo' shit is the best
Take my body and my mind
Don't fuck with the stress
Hit me with that game to win
If you want, hit me again
We love you Frankenstein
We love you Frankenstein

[Ice Cube]
Now how many times did a nigga have to warn ya?
Ya fuckin up the formula (call the coroner)
It's outta hand, cos sucker ass niggas like you
try to pay the rent off my blueprint
New cent to the industry
You thought my shit was biodegradable, uh uh, it's unfadeable
Unstoppable, runnin through your suburbs
Incredible thug words
We gets down, nigga do the Monster Mash
and watch a nigga like me collect monster cash
Cos I'm sittin wit this bitch who got monster ass
Keep em wonderin how long the Don will last
And never pass, and when I want it buttered on toast
Can't no nigga see Ice Cube on no coast
So all you gotta do is focus
and see that I'm the fuckin loccest with this hocus pocus
Dr. Frankenstein
Dr. Frankenstein, ugh

[Mr. Short Khop - x4]
Ooooh wee, it's alive
You better run and hide
Cover your ears and your eyes

Fuck Dying

Ft. Korn

[Korn appears instrumentally only, not lyrically]

[+AD+]
Ice Cube
Ice Cube!
[Cube]
That's Don Mega to you you lil' cocksucker
[+AD+]
I am the Angel of Death
And your name is on my list
[Cube]
Sheeyit!
[+AD+]
Come with me..
[Cube]
I ain't goin nowhere wit yo' ass
And if you put your hands on me, we gettin down right here

Don Mega! [echoes]
[repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!!

[Verse One: Ice Cube]

Come and hear the voice of the man they call the Trojan Horse
Ride on the outside, with inner force
Throw you off course, of course, you missed the runway
We mash, like the first kickoff, on a Sunday
Collisions, divisions of niggaz, down to listen
And when we on the mission, call your mortician
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
First we flank em then we spank em.. I outrank em!
You can call me Citizen Kane, for my reign
Ten years great, one of the ten great
Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia
2002, see Ice Cube
Fuck a five-star, I'm a live star
What you got to die for? Who you wanna ride for?
Fuck dying! (Fuck dying!)

Don Mega! [echoes]
[repeat line 2X]

[Verse Two: Ice Cube]

It's the suspect king of the roughnecks, bonafide
Worldwide, your highness, the finest
Big as China, nigga rhymer, chart climber
Quick to send a first-timer back to his Aunt Jemimah
Physi-cal, nigga roll with the winners
After these dinners, go out and represent us
We got antennas, scanners and satellites
To see if you battle right, we got to bite
Hold on tight, shake, and pump venom
Some haters don't learn til you leave lead in em
See the dead in em, rigarmortis spread in em
Keep your mouth shut, motherfuckin mouth slut
See these crossed legs, quick to cross Feds
Foe to mighty one, it's the mighty son
Fuck dying! [echoes]

Yeah..

Don Mega! [echoes]
[repeat line 4X, 2X solo, 2X in background]

Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!!

Ice cube the great!!

"he has indicated to us that he has sufficient.. firepower..
To.. blow up the bradley vehicle..
And in fact his words were,
’we are ready for war.. let’s get it on’"

[ice cube]
War.. "war, and peace"
Sing it!

Chorus: singer interprets no doubt’s "don’t speak"

War and peace... (sing it!)
War and peace, forever!
War and peace, together.. always!

Verse one: ice cube

I’m at the highest peak, still glad the meak is understandin me
Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy
The man in me is ready for war, like holyfield/tyson iv
A gang against you niggaz on the shore
Either or, your whole family is on the floor
Windows breakin all around em, you can’t climb this mountain
I’m at the fountain, with my troops
I start screamin at em like patton, we gattin at you fools!

Chorus

Verse two: ice cube

Negotiate... strategy is the key!
I hope they ain’t... exclusively after me!
Cause if they are... we gots to be who we be!
And make a star... out of a head enemy!
The papers said... that he died tragically!
They found his head... with no legs and bo-dy!
We made a pledge... to the dub-s-c!
Bloodshed... if they got no love for peace!
Sing it!

Chorus

Verse three: ice cube

I’d rather break bread than uhh, break your head
Break your legs, have em broken, I ain’t no joke
Don’t provoke, the gun smoke from the highest slope
Eternal peace, for my peoples and my folks
My crips and my bloods, criminals and my thugs
Just show a nigga love when I’m rollin on them dubs
Just, give a nigga hugs, we can ride on this piece
Westside for life but still down with the east
Sing it!

Chorus 2x

After the haters attempt to blow up his car
We find our hero, ice cube, on the ground
Bruised, but not beaten
He pulls out his cell phone.. with the chip!
And begins to dial mack one-oh
Who’s faded and rolling through inglewood
With mr. short khop
Words.. are spoken

Life....
niggas used to come and get me
when it was time to disagree with an enemy,
pass the hennessy it gives me energy,
packed the gat in the small of my back
where these niggas at I clear the whole pack,
talkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet
smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs
cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
shootin' at your neighbors,
(cuz sometimes I feel like a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fly from the back seat, and
busta ass niggas run like a track meet
an if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (what)
killer king is the hospital
feelin' numb from the bullets I hum
and when they hit black mothers have fits I don't give a shit

(Chorus)

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
(Foe life) I'm still there

my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up early in the morning takin' out the trash
feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser
two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
one on the peddles the other on the handle bars (what)
tryin' be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the westside is it so?
i said hell yea and who wanta to know (me)
in slow mo fo' fo' slugs face down in the mud
puddle full of blood left for dead
the pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs
I meet doctor who at King Drew medical center
as I enter I.C.U.
he said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital
I said I can't move my legs he said don't try to
now this ain't the end my friend but you'll probably never walk again
I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide
at night I jerk and jerk
but my dick don't work it don't even hurt (damn)
now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube
I be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a vet

(Chorus)

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

fuck a V-A they need G-A
gang hospital for a crippal now I'm drinkin' rippal
same corner same hood I'm still there
with bandanas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hoodrat hoes I'm fired
they mad cuz my tongue get tired
now everybody wanna put they dope on me
sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
Dependin on that to keep my ass alive
I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six
My fuckin legs, lookin like tooth picks
some times I can't deal got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill
put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine
just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to lose
and last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom
feelin' like a two year old you can't get a sip from the brew I hold
nigga its the only friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger
there's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet
Fool I'm a Vet

(Chorus)(2X)

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair

Life.....
Yea....
Life...
Yea....
Life... Life....
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
for every nigga that done took one for the hood

Now, if the greenbacks don’t stack large on my side of the yard
I ain’t fuckin with it
This cake has got to be all icing baby
Now I know I’m taking the biggest piece
But God damn I’m the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch
You wanna be rich right? (hell yeah)
Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be

We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks
Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo’ bitch (bitch!)
Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto’s
Walkin slow, there go the po’, now here we go
Parking lot to the spot, marriott
Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot
Who’s at the do’, go and check, I got the tec
Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet
Now lift up your fuckin dress, where’s the rest
Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts
Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts
Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch
You can jerk niggaz but you can’t jerk me
Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain’t free
I’m talkin greed

*chorus*
Greed, give me everything that I need
How you gon’ deal with the niggaz that I feed
(repeat 2x)
We smokin weed, you and me
Lookin for that currency
(repeat 2x)

Now bitch niggaz don’t mean shit, from where I sit
Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out
Eighteen deep when the plane soar
The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for
Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious
Surround the airport with feds and helicopters
Escorted, detained and deported
Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us
We the clear-est, you can fear us
Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors
Break em all, pull over and jump out
Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all
I’m at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick
These bitches all on the dick
Ice cube ain’t a lick (nope) make me bleed
And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed
Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal*
(give me more, give me more) greed, greed

When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it
Wanna dance on it, everybody want it
(repeat 2x)

You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti
I’m the one closin escrow, with the best flow
(do you wear a vest? ) no
Niggaz hit me i’ma turn into the crow *caw caw* and take a shit
On everything counterfeit, the don mega
Blade runner, in a beige hummer all summer
It’d take about twelve honkeys, to convict
The nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 monkeys
Up in detroit holdin weed court, all through the south
Picked up a ounce in shreveport
My lead give head tunnels (boom!)
To any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel
Worldwide, international jet set
My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met
Get it wet, and you can do anything
When I’m in paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring

*chorus*

Yeah, ice cube, trillionaire
I own a mansion and a yacht, haha
We do it like it should be does
Yeah, westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh
Death row is very greedy
Sic-wid-it records is very greedy
Dangerous music greedy greedy greedy
Ruthless records greedy, suave house, greedy
Sosodef, greedy
Rap-a-lot greedy as fuck
No limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh
Def jam greedy, we all know priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha
Hey I got twenties on my benz you still fuckin with a gem
What can you tell me, nigga?

*pigs squeal*

[No lyrics]

[mack 10]
Whassup cube dog?
I got this bitch-ass nigga right here
Y’know, fuckin with this tramp-ass bitch
Puttin her before the scrill’ all the time, yaknowhati’msayin?
Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every-mother-fuckin thang
Tellin this bitch all my mother-fuckin business
Puttin ass over cash everyday
Nigga fuck that, this westside

[ice cube]
Be gone you fuckin peon, got the don furious
Talkin on the phone got the federal curious
I’m serious! I don’t give a fuck where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the fuck you think I got the name bossalini? punk
Mack God rap genie, you can’t see me
Up in this game ever since you was a lame
Y’all train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, watch your daughter
She might catch the holy ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin smokin sherman, I’m rollin somethin german, bitch
Money earnin makin mo’ money (ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don’t need no honey, that’s right
Cause I’m thinkin with my big head, fuck what my dick said!

Chorus: ice cube

We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)
We puttin cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players play.. (the hustlers)
(we some money makin motherfuckers.. I know that you love us!)

[ice cube]
Now who’s that nigga got these bitches lookin silly? me!
I’m the big willie for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask phillie cause I got a year’s supply (yup!)
You must want to die, don’t get the lye
After dark up at griffith park, shallow grave
For the mark check his heart, the game about to start
Big thangs automatic pu-tang (automatic)
Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I’m livin in a two-point zone, and I’m still bumpin
Call me in the clutch, ain’t lost my touch
Nigga what? on the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
Tight as a corleone
You got to get your own, baby get on, now

Chorus

[ice cube]
Get your ass up and go to work, cause you know
On payday, nigga that shit gon’ hurt
Fuckin with a skirt instead of handlin your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to make three wishes
I’m suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin fuck over finance
’specially fuckin up my plans
I’m the boss, I can be late
But you’ll never see her and me, over currency
Givin you the third degree, cause you got
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin for a penny
Stop fuckin on them dum-dums
Find one with some ass and some income
Who wanna win? who wanna spin?
Who wanna make, twenty-five eight? me
Ice cube the great.. pushin rhymes like weight

Chorus 2x

Never put that hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For what? (never... fuck a bitch nigga)
For what? she ain’t gon’ love you if you ain’t got no dough fool
(bitch fuckin with me got to be workin, gettin paid yaknahmsayin? )
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla y’all (never ass over cash nigga)
Scrilla scrilla y’all (we greedy)

Cha-ching! (she can get some cd’s, push some keys)
Cha-ching! (ha ha ha, make the bitches shake they tit-ties)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (over my knee)
Cha-ching, cha-ching! (never ass over cash)
Never ass over cash

(feat. Mack 10)

[Intro - Sleep]
Hey wassup Cube?
Man I'm glad I caught you at your momma' house homey
Wassup man? You still got your pager right or you lost it?
(It's the curse, the curse....the curse, the curse)
Y'know my code right? I been pagin you for about a week man
(The curse, the curse) I heard about the deal ya got
Greed, Khop (The curse, the curse)
Check this out, you owe a nigga somethin man

[Ice Cube]
Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby, do the math (Ch-ching)
Do the math baby (The curse, the curse)
Do the math baby (The curse, the curse)

It's the curse of money, once you get it, fool you got it
Buy a new pair of drawers and motherfuckers spot it
Niggas plotted, to have me knotted up in basements
till these cocksuckers see what they're faced with
Their fantasies of a life stress-free
Full of orgies, in the Florida Keys
But this bullshit is so thick, it's like mountains
Sick of threatenin all my lawyers and accountants
The decibals, gold diggers goin for the testicles
Soon they realise, I don't invest in hoes
Sometimes it's like hell on earth
When everybody tryin to get your ass for all your worth
It's the curse

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math

I start to scream shit like "May day, may day"
Cos motherfuckers think it's all grav-ay wit my pay day
And like I said, it's the curse of money
They start laughin at your jokes when they ain't that funny (Ha ha ha)
See this ass kissin yes man
Shakin hands with the left hand, get my weap-an, get to stepp-an
Fuck every phony ass nigga round me
Stick a shaft up your ass like Richie Roundtree (Yea yea!)
Got to have some gas money if you goin
If not who you fuckin? Who you flowin? Who you owin?
In '98 don't shit come free
Not even hard rhymes that's describin these hard times

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, do it
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby, aha
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
(The curse, the curse) Do the math, ooh wee

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop
I just laugh (haha), the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math

[Mack 10]
To relax I smoke a stick, the shit make me sick
Gotta gang of new homies, and relatives on my dick
No time for drama, busters get sprayed
Bitches wanna get layed, and everybody need their bills paid (Everybody)
Motherfuckers, sweat me like a spy
They wanna kick it cos I, got the curse of mulah
Make me wanna start scrappin and look at me to make it happen
What the fuck was they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me
(What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures
when I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I get bigger? (Ch-ching)
Like David Banner, when I tweak I turn green
And everytime I'm seen it's like people start to fiend
It's the curse

[Ice Cube]
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (aha)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (1 million, 2 million)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (3 million)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

When you hot, they think you got more than you got
Yeah they do
When you not, motherfuckers callin you a flop (Motherfuckers)
I just laugh, the curse everybody wanna have
Before you sell your soul better do the math (Better do it)

(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
Get the fuck outta here
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby
With dollar signs in your eyes
(The curse, the curse) Do the math baby (Ha ha, sheeit)
(The curse, the curse) Do the math

[Outro - Ice Cube]
Leave your ass broke
Rabbit ears, nigga for pockets, haha he
I'm cursed! Hahaha, but I love it

"in the deep dark bowls of the
Underworld order must be maintained.
Without a strict and unforgiving
Chain of command, chaos is inevedeble"

[ice cube]
Wazup youngsta, sience your tha new booty
And don’t know nuttin I gotta show ya bout
The peckin’ order. it’s the order in how we do
Things and move things. see somebody gonna
Tell you what to do, after I tell that
Muthafucka what to do.

It’s tha peckin’ order (echo)
It’s tha peckin’ order (echo)

We got tha power to make you niggaz sour
Big fish, whale like itchy cower
Stepin out the shower it’s the peckin’ order
Ax ya daugther how we peck, inspect
High class ass the projects
Push my lex to the california range
Souther lane
Infamous skeems is on the brain for my connect game
Put a strain on every leak and I chain (thats right)
We all get (? )
Take a svornnotes to make a c notes
Doin all tha howdy bullshit floats and niggaz dont
Some niggaz don’t gangsta paradise say nuttin nice
Yeah we livin so tight we need jesus in our lives

(chorus)

[ice cube]
It’s the peckin’ order
[mack 10]
It’s the order how we do things and move things
Only fuck wit the true things

[ice cube]
Havin heavy in the course whit the world of depresion
Messin wit the wrong bitches never learn our lesson
Stressin, no guessin, never question even when we playin
We testin, confession
Do you still wanna meet wit the killas (? )
Hold accountable for anythang you repeat
It’s the peckin’ order, ask your daughter how we peck
When we smoke you it’s your best friend we suspect

(chorus)
[ice cube]
It’s the peckin’ order
[mack 10]
It’s the order how we do things and move things
Only fuck wit the true things

[mack 10]
Now come on, come on partner, come on.
(it’s the pecking order)
I don’t wanna hear none of that shit man,
All that cryin and beggin and shit.
To be honest whit you that shit really don’t even
Affect me in no kind of way partner.
You wastin your muthafuckin time.
(it’s the pecking order)
Lets get this shit goin, lets get it over wit
Come on back here, back here, I cant make no muthafuckin mess right here
Check this out homie, make it easy on yourself.
I know you want a motherfuckin open casket
Where your people can see you and kiss on you.
But you are pissin me off
And I will blow noodles out you muthafuckin head
And none of that happens after that
So come back here, come on, right
Come on, ey but you know, one more thing before I do this

(baam)
[ice cube]
It’s the peckin’ order (echo)
It’s the peckin’ order (echo)
It’s the peckin’ order (echo)

[Intro]
(Hey did you hear that?)
Yeah just get the fuckin door! [car door opens and closes]

[Ice Cube]
Limos, demos and bimbos! (Hey slow this motherfucker down man)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (ugh ugh ugh ugh)

Hit the sunroof, and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through
Got the chauffer pullin over
Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission
Close the partition, he like to listen
All fuckin, no kissin, just smokin and drinkin
Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln
Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop
in its purest form before the eye of the storm
I could give a fuck about you hatin, on my way
to the Colliseum with seventeen-five waitin
They scream for the limousine, it's all clean
Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it
While you worry bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight
wit movies comin out, yo' time is runnin out
I just finished doin "Live At The Apollo"
Indication from my driver damn we're bein followed

[Mr. Short Khop]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Mr. Short Khop]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife, ugh ugh ugh ugh)

[Mr. Short Khop]
Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin
and how I'm knowin to keep it cracked open
Cans of ass-beatin, plus on how I crash meetins
and have your whole staff leavin half-breathin
Got shit to hold my own, big bucks
But Khop's soon to run it through em, nigga check nuts
Put to the test then put two to rest
Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest
Hold it now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded, for revenue, let's get this shit
and split this shit for three days, count it three ways
Nigga fuck what he say, havin heat pays
It's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice
that keep ??? moist
Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us
I stay connected til death do us

[Ice Cube]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Mr.Short Khop]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Ice Cube]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Mr.Short Khop]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need JESUS, JESUS)

[Ice Cube]
The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac
These fuckers pull up in a Ac
They don't understand the impact
Two thousand dollar three-piece suit, can you spend that?
They call me the Don Mega (Don Mega) [motorcycle speeding past]
cos I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weather
Superstar, goddamn them niggas got me
Stop the car and blast the paparazzi [gun shots, motorcycle]

[Mr. Short Khop]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life
[Mr. Short Khop]
You're livin so trife you need Jesus in your life
[Ice Cube]
I'm livin so trife I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm only fuckin with the...)
Limos, demos and bimbos! (I'm livin so trife I need Jesus, ugh)

Once upon a time in the projects yo
I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yellin through the screen do’ (hey, let me in!)
(big daddy got a fifth of gin, and down to sin)
Baby up in two-ten, is on a nigga
Bendin over pickin up her mail, she can tell I’m dyin to get her
I’m sittin in yo’ livin room, slash kitchen
A nigga ain’t tryin to be the fuckin groom so stop bitchin
*knock knock knock* I like the way that ass is switchin, answer the do’
Some nigga in a eighty-kay, yo’ baby daddy
Lookin like he mad at me (what) wit’cho name on his neck
Here we go with mo’ drama in the projects

Wait a minute, who is this motherfucker?

You better take his ass in the back, and start talkin
Nick that bud ’fore it bloom, and start stalkin
I can hear you guys yellin *glass breaks* a little strugglin
Youse a fool if you think that I’m jumpin in
That nigga jet, smokin on a ciggarette
You say domestic shit, get you soakin wet?
Well come widdit and get it, blow my socks
While I’m drinkin all the kool-aid, watchin jamie foxx
I’m hearin mo’ knocks *knock knock knock*
(oh, that’s just my people
They came all the way to the projects to meet you) who?
This fool wearin black, his girl, in the see through
Distraction, a little action, *fight ensues* I woke up
Tied up like (what happened? punk you shoulda stuck to rappin
Niggaz tell me you got a house full of platinum..
Where the platinum at motherfucker?
I hear that shit worth more than gold!)

Wait a minute motherfucker, this my house!

Once upon a time in the projects (3x)
Once upon a time, once upon a time

I’m like baffled, they got me gaffled, with the duct tape
So I remain raw, in come this chainsaw *knock knock knock*
Another knock, it’s the girl from two-ten
Here to drop salt, that’s when them bitches fought
I thought, "i bet-ta plan my escape"
In the midst of this commotion, ice cube is breakin tape
I’m free, bombin on the first thing I see
And guess who walk in, with a nine, and a grin
It’s the baby daddy he ain’t playin, *gunshots*
He started layin everybody down, about face with a frown
I’m runnin to the bedroom, I lock the do’
And grab the phone, the bitch phone ain’t turned on
I think I’m gone, that’s when I hear a soft knock
It’s the girl from two-ten, with her number, and a glock
Said, "call me up, if it’s for sex, or chin check
Nigga get you a real ass bitch from the projects!"

And I just might do that

Once upon a time in the projects (3x)
Once upon a time, once upon a time

[intro]
[’big worm’ talking]
Yeah that’s cool
Er, everything closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the hotel
And just get some rest
Let me slide this dick up on in ya

[verse 1]
[ice cube]
If I was fucking you right about now
You’d have a dick stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn’t have to kick you down
Who this bitch nigga wit’ you now?
Do we know about your x-files?
And your sex styles?
And all the niggaz that you think about fucking
And all the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha)
[k-mac]
If I was fucking you, shit, it’d be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything’ll be alright
You’re cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype)
Get the fuck on ’fore these niggaz start to fight
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck tonight
Give herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club
[mr short khop]
If I was fucking you, I’d be pakin the piss
The horny weight dick gettin’ laid is for chips
Bitch I’m tryina’ make grits
Him in with the trojan pack ’o six
Hin the gin and juice the mix
No time to pause, gots to drop draws
Prep through a half spankin’, breakin’ down walls
With tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the twat chopper style
Bang it up back (echo)

[chorus]
If I was fucking you (echo)
(overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, come on

[verse 2]
[ice cube]
If I was fucking you, you’d be like fuck everybody
Kill, this pussy yours
Washin’ dishes, rubbin’ floors
Doin’ chores for a nigga
Open doors for a nigga
Ridin’ shotgun, holdin’ forty-fours for a nigga
At the motelly, got you on your belly
In come morcelli
Niggaz calling k-mac, bitches calling kelly
Do it like arthur fonzarelli, hit the lights
So we can try to reform these potential dites
[k-mac]
If I was fucking you, you’d be spendin’ all your dough (yeah)
Buying nigga shit, that you don’t even know (mm)
Credit card maxed out
Bank account tapped out
Writin’ bad cheques (hahaha)
When I call you break your neck
You do whatever please me, runnin’ burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me
These buster-ass niggaz make the shit so easy
(he was fucking me? ) for sheazly
[mr short khop]
If I was fucking you, I’d let the homies fuck too
Run up in the guts bust nuts and we’re through
Hey you feenin’
Cooch screamin’, heatin’ cleanin’
Tag-teamin’, suckin’ semen (echo)
Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me
With video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you)
Hold it till you’ve chocked off the bitched and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot

(chorus)

(intro)
[’big worm’ talking]
Nineteen inches of complicated funk. hahahaha
Ango urgin’, probably be vomiting dick for a week though
Suckin’ on semen, hahahahahahah...

Hmmm... be careful what you wish for, you just might get it

[ice cube talking]
Damn, what you doing over here? whassup?
Yeah I was thinking about you the other day
And I was thinking I should have never fucked wit’ your ass
I should have left you right where I founnd you
My bed (echo)

[verse 1]
When I was with you all you ever do was bitch
Talk shit, but you could suck dick
So I didn’t sweat all the fussin’ and cussin’
On new year’s eve, the night I was bussin’(wow)
I would stress and strain to mantain
And didn’t need to hear your motherfucking ass complain
About niggaz in the house (mm), feet on the couch
Talkin’ all loud (yeah), blunt in my mouth (yeah)
Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Talkin’ ’bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
(she’s dead) homie histor
An’ outa nowhere your ass got hard
Poured out the pub, then you got drugged
We at it again, I tried to count to ten
There’s no end to your naggin’
You can’t treat me like I’m faggin’, hoe
You see I’m saggin’ (no)
Why I gotta act like a motherfucking asshole (why)
To be king of my motherfucking castle
You’ll never be the missus (never)
Breakin’ all my dishes
And fuck all my x-bitches

[chorus 1]
Fuck you, fuck you and fuck you
The world ain’t yours, the world ain’t yours
(repeat)

[verse 2]
On an’ off, off an’ on, bitch I’m grown
So stop playing on my phone (stop)
It was a time we used to bump and grind
And find heaven (ahh)
Without a motherfucking reverend
Managoua twages and bomb-ass massages
And dreams of three-car garages
You say I’m cheating when I’m up at the studio
Come to find out you the hoe, oh
And you was way out
Talkin’ ’bout rap, was gonna play ya
And I was wasting my time writing rhyme (hahaha)
You made yourself loud and clear
You wanted me to choose between you and my career (bitch)
Started fucking with this baller named chris
Couldn’t resist the rolex on his wrist
I kept on writing my raps with profanity
Now I’m on tour fucking bitches like fanady
You tried to diss this, now you missed this
And the first and fifteenth is like christmas
Send me naked pictures but give it a rest
With mrs ice cube tatood on your breast
Now you at the back door of my show
Dressed like a hoe, axin’ could you blow (no),
Hell no but it’s still delicious
Went from rags to riches
And fuck all my x-bitches

[chorus 2]
Fuck you, fuck you, especially you
The world ain’t yours, the world ain’t yours
(repeat)

Now I hear you sayin’ "yeah I used to fuck ’em"
Not lettin’ ’em know I was a young buck then
Niggaz axin’ me "man, did you love her? "
Loved her stupid ass enough to fuck her with a rubber (bitch)
Now I hear, I’m your big brother (who? )
Second cousin, friend
Bitch since when?
Incest ain’t the way I swing (nah)
Never bought your ass a goddamn thing
That I had to pay for
I was hateful
Ungrateful (uh) and never faithful
Fuckin’ everything that I could get my paws on
Walkin’ through hell with gasoline draws on
Now I’m on the mic, music is my life
Kids and a wife, heard you was a dite (damn)
It’s your thing if you like the switches
But it’s my world and fuck all my x-bitches

(chorus 1)
(chorus 2)

[ice cube talking]
Never go down the same road twice
Advice from the big homie ice cube
Hmm, girl you better get away from here
I don’t want that shit no more
Na,na ahem, and don’t be callin’ at my mama’ house neither
I’m through wit’ you. I’m through wit’ you
I done got smarter. I done got smarter
I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ your daughter

(ice cube talking)
Dear mama, if some people came by the house lookin for me
I’m innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don’t know when I’ll be able to write you again
But I will be back to california to see you
Your son, ice-mutherfucking-cube.

[hook]
Keep my hand on my gun cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn’t do what they say I done (x2)

[verse 1]
Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named netoia, say they lookin for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here (yeah right)
This bitch dimmed the lights (nigga, spend the night)
Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on
Cos this the same street I got shot on
So God bless don polla, double-s
I gotta holla cos I’m smokin on double breath
Freakin, niggaz be leakin, information
Got the feds seekin, incarceration
Niggaz say my name popped up
Bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up
They try to stop em
My cash flow leave me asshole neck it
Gone in sixty seconds, burn all records
Nigga gettin skinny eating dinnies
Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties

[chorus]
Listen, these feds fishin for this extradition
I’m on a mission, fuck em, fight em, dine em, ditch em
I gotta kick rocks, can’t pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-? bath

[verse 2]
It’s so hard to get a room without a credit card
It’s so hard not to let em know where you are
Tried to get a rent a car
But he laughed when I showed him cash
Had to mash ’fore he called the feds on my ass
Went to vegas for the weekend
Met a hoe down freakin
Hey bitch, why you sneakin?
Grabbed the paper out her hand
Am I the man on the front page? (fuck)
Same height, same age (click-click)
Rap gauge, put it down the g-way
Got my hostage suckin sausage on the freeway
She say "let’s hear the circle k"
Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay
It’s like I hit the lotto outside colorado
Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle
That’s my motto and I gotta warn ya
Before I’m through, I’m going back to california

(hook)
(chorus)

[verse 3]
My boys utah to illinois
Set the poise, so I can infiltrate
All fifty states
Can’t wait till I’m back on my feet
Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep
Low key you feds can’t see me
I’m up in d.c. with strike number three
Clownin, made a little stock to get a little cock
Now I got niggaz bangin and lootin rock
I’m going back to cali where it’s bound with my strikes
Don’t give a fuck who’s on the ? marin or the mic
I should’ve known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
Looking like he wanna rob me (fuck)
Federal, don’t like no black hetero, sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a vegetable
An I’m ’a sue all black and blue
When I come to- hand cuff (fuck y’all)
Big grey bus, scandalous
Cos they can’t stand us
They get excited and I try to fight it (mama)
I’m going back to cali to show, extradited

(hook)
(chorus)

(ice cube talking)
Hey mama, when y’all send pictures you can’t send a polaroid
Got to be the regular pictures
An’ they got us in here puttin’ in computer chips or something
I don’t know. like they playin with us, it’s like a game
It ain’t nuttin’ but a game to them mama
It’s my life

One mo’ strike and I’m through, nigga
Bottom of the ninth swingin, for my life
I’m up at the plate, goin for the gate
They got my moms seated in section eight
Been on deck since my last felony
I’m that 0 for 2 mothafucka
With the louisville slugger
Shay whitie, that left hand punk
Is on the mound and he comin wit dat off-speed junk
Its the westside hustlaz, vs these la pigs
You can say the damned vs the nigs
My little homies in the dugout
They lookin’ sad, cuz fourteen niggas done struck-out
My first offense was possession of weed
Now I’m in the major leagues and
That mothafucka bill clinton-is a son of a bitch
Had the nerve to throw out the first pitch
I’m just tryin’ to get rich like trump
The home run king is now in a slump, pass me a hunk
How the fuck can I stay out the pen
When it’s one-two-three strikes you in

Chorus:

One-two three strikes you in
Now how the fuck a nigga supposed
To stay out the pen, I’m on a blend
Of gin and hen, everyday of my life
With two strikes it ain’t right

He’s in the wind-up
Here come the pitch
I swing, aw shit (foul tip)
They felt the chill cuz if I get on first
You know the deal - a niggas gots to steal
Like to steal home and I betcha
That I can run over, the la pig catcher
Just because I’m black, wit a bat
They wanna send a nigga back to the warning track
Fulla count they say I won’t amount to shit
But fool I can hit like kenny grit
With a split in my mouth on tha cellular phone
(it’s going, going, gone!)
And watch a pitcher get served
You from tha la pigs
I know you coming with a curve
Ay batter, batter is the chitter-chatter
I’m the designated hitter, a nigga
Much badder, than babe ruth
Will I tell the truth and nothing but the truth
Hell yea, I’d rather be shootin’ hoops
Cuz a niggas guaranteed to win
Against a bullshit loss and three strikes you in

Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
Another nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh
And fuck you cracker jack
I hope I never come back

I gots to root for my homeboys
If they don’t win it’s a shame
Cuz it’s one-two-three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you know my name

They wanna nigga to run and get hung
High strung, so this pig can win the cy-young
I’ma hit this mothafucka a mile
In the batters box, high as steve hal
You can’t salary cap my gat
No strike, cuz gangsta-rap is on the map
I’m like satchel paige wit a gauge
Or jackie robinson, when I’m robbin’ one
Of you cracker jacks fool I’m a mothafuckin vet
And fuck yo seventh-inning stretch, so
Take me out to the ballgame,
And see my neighborhood name
In your ghetto hall of fame

Chorus x 3

Yea (it ain’t right)
Playin’ people like a game (it ain’t right)
Human beings, puttin’ em in a jar (it ain’t right)
For double life, triple life (it ain’t right)

Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd (wha what, wha what)
Another nigga on trial
Keep ya peanuts jeezuh
And fuck you cracker jack
I hope I never come back

I gots to root for my homeboys
If they don’t win it’s a shame
Cuz it’s one-two-three strikes you in
Twenty-five years of pain you know my name

You know my name (wha what, wha what) x 4

If I die tonight, you know who did it (you know)
If I ride tonight, you know who did it (you know)
If they sheck me up, you know who did it (don’t guess)
If they check my nuts, you know who did it (get ’em)
If they break my bank, you know who did it (yea)
If they pull my rank, you know who did it (get ’em)
If they sock me up, you know who did it (yea)
If they lock me up, you know who did it (get ’em)
If they smear my name, you know who did it
If they kill my game, you know who did it
Remember me (you know who did it)
Wha what, wha what (you know who did it)

"attention all nigga rows and nigga hoes
We’ve decided to rob this motherfucker the legal way
Nobs injecting ourselves to become property on the stock
In the penal system. in the justice system"

Penitentiary, I hear you calling me (x4)

[verse 1]
As the world turns, it burns while it’s spinning
Coming to a fucked-up ending
I can’t wait till the day everything in the hood is straight
And I can hit the purty gates
Until then, the pen is unfair
Slave ships in the middle of nowhere (ma)
I lets my goddamn hair grow (ma)
Bellin’ in court, lookin’ like a scarecrow
On capital hill, they them passed a bill
Coming at me with a fucked-up deal (nah)
The judge gave me a ’l’
But y’all can’t tell
I wait and cry in my cell
Convicted negro, superhero
Speaker at our house
Takin’ lyrics in my mouth
Bitches in the south showin’ ass (mm)
Mix a lot, got hoes puttin titties on the glass
We blast in the west for example
And rap about this shit over funkadelic samples
Yo’ babies see me kill a fool on tv (wilson!)
And straight call me a g

[chorus]
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
Penitentiary, I hear you calling me
Thinkin’ of illegal ways to get paid
But it ain’t shit, got to be legit

[bridge]
South-central l.a.
You can buy your game from the c.i.a., hey-hey
And south-central l.a.
You can buy your game from the c.i.a. baby

[verse 2]
When the evil outweighs the good
And you only give a fuck about rucks
The earth will self-destruct (bitch)
Fuck the ozone layer, bitch I’m a playa (bitch)
Plus we got a black mayor
I get sex when I shows flex (booom!)
Porbey rolex (booom!)
Which hoe is next? (booom!)
Would you like a piece of me? not a mate
Calling you a hoe ’cos I’m fucking on the first day (uh)
My world is a one-mile radius
I swear every other hood is the shadiest (uh)
Could the crips and bloods be all rotten
When the trilateral commission is plottin’?
What you gonna do when the earth erupts?
Some niggaz gettin’ nuts outa carafel cups (punk)
Fool you on master’s woe
But won’t even think about, sucking bob doe (punk)
Asshole from the senate
How can you relate to a project tennant?
Motherfuck you and not the courtman, no corrections
Tryina’ get a section of this west-side connection

(chorus) (x2)
(bridge)

Just because you gotta stay
You ain’t gotta rot away
We gon’ come and get you one day
(repeat until fade)