[Verse 1: Cixx Pac]
Separatin' the bustas from the G’s and the Loc’s
Steady frontin' and flossin', you get a gauge to your throat
Perpetratin' like you hard, tryna get them stripes
But if you try too hard it might take your life
C I’m a nigga well known throughout the city of Tombstone
Cixx Pac is back takin' two to the dome
You wanna test your luck, call me a studio gangsta
Say it in my face, best believe I’mma shank ya
Bangin' on Wax ain’t jack when it comes to the real
You set trip on Cixx Pac and wait, to get your wig split
Now as I chase ya down with a chainsaw
Cixx Pac is back with killas you ain’t never saw
Cuttin' and cuttin' like Jason, but wait a minute
Oughta wrap the body so they know I did it
You can’t cope when you next in the rope, for the lynchin'
A skill to kill another dead intervention
Drag the dead body, it’s too big to carry
And it took 'em 10 years to find out where he’s buried
Gangsta
[Verse 2: OYG Green Eyez]
Green Eyez, I’m that gangsta-ass muthafucka
You heard me on Bangin' on Wax, well now I’m bangin' your hood rats
'Cause see, I’m a nigga that gives a fuck about no one
Except my bitch and, yeah, I loves that trick
I never cheats on my bitch and my bitch is my gat
And that muthafuckin' hoe gon' always have my back
And that’s a fact that’s why Green Eyez stays packed
For any muthafucka out there tryna test my nut sacks
So don’t get it twisted, nigga, 'cause I’m lightskinned
With green eyes, some hair, and I got some ends
'Cause I’ll buck yo' punk ass in a minute
And as for your trampy-ass bitch, nigga, I was already up in it
Hittin' the kizzock, I’m back in the blizzock
Servin' these rizzocks and stackin' the nizz-ie
And I gotta say what’s up to them niggas who came together for this shit
Green Eyez is out for the Bloods and Crips
[Verse 3: B.G. AWOL]
You can call me Lucifer Duece, C, 'cause I’m killin' some shit
Drop top at your church with a .30-06
So when you see the triple six and the rifle
You prayin' like fuck 'cause I’m the Devil's disciple
Fuck it, forgive me, don’t say it won’t happen again
God fucked up so now Satan is locked in
I’d rather fuck me a bitch than go to church
But, I see the nigga keep tellin' to pull my pants up
What you missin' is a life gettin' took
'Cause too many niggas, tryna fit in the Guinness Book
I gaffle so many niggas and bitches and tricks
So much shit that it just might not fit
Kill me once and I still come back again
Reincarnated as a nigga with a MAC-10
[Verse 4: OYG Lil' Hawk]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, naw, nigga, it’s me
It’s that nigga from the hood Lil' Hawk YG
And I'm 'bout to flow it like I know it, smooth, fuck up shit
Like I told you once before I gots to clock my grip
And trip the grip that I clock, niggas from the yay
That I slang on the block every muthafuckin' day
Dimes, dubs, comin' back to back
Goin' sack for sack to keep my pockets on fat
This ain’t no Boyz N the Hood, or no punk ass Colors
I ain’t Bangin' on Wax, you got it twisted, muthafuckas
It's just business, so I gots to handle it
Comin' from the land of the muthafuckin' skanless
Don’t fuck with me and then I won’t fuck with you
But if you do, nigga, that’s on my hood that ass is through
And it don’t matter where you from on this hoo-bang
Crip or Blood, nigga, it's just a respect thang
Straight gangsta, nigga
Woop woop, hahaha
[Verse 5: Big Freeze]
With a AK-47, they label me deadly
More hazardous to a nigga's health in HIV
See I’m the destructa, doomsday bringa
Ruler of the underground, Grand Dragon hanga
Gangbanger so they label me a walkin' threat
'Cause I say, fuck the world and I bang for my set
See, I only fuck with playas, hustlas
Killas get that bullshit up outta here
'Cause bitches don't fit in with the C
Killas recognize killas by the look in they eye
The look that say, I ain’t scared to kill and I ain’t scared to die
I’m the enemy, to the ones who’s fuckin' me
Tryna lock me up and give me life in the penitentiary
A product of the hood, with my chase from the police
And I won’t stop killin' 'til you clams? be restin' in peace
Put you in a casket, 'cause a nigga blasted
Words from a gangsta, fuck yo' mama, die, bastard
[Verse 6: Lil Laniak II]
Now I’m the bangin' and dangerous
Young gangsta, that Lil' Laniak II
Hoes in my crew, we drinkin' brew and we strapped too
Fools got problems got beef with me or my homies
Finished or not finished, you get cracked with this .40
Don’t even have to use the strap, we can scrap like bulldogs
You know I'm standin' probably tall, breakin' jaws
So fuck all of y’all, who ain’t down with this thang
I'm puttin' pistols to the temples to blowin' out brains
Punk, niggas I hate, I got a mental vendetta
Yeah, I remember all my homies show me my .4-5 Beretta
And instead of me sayin' "Say hello, to my little friend"
Listen to the shots of the Glock as your life end
Then begin to start cryin', nigga, ain’t no need to start tryin'
You talk me outta killin' your ass but yo' punk ass is dyin'
And I’m not lyin', you’ll be flatlined, decayin' and breathless
In order you felt this from five to the chest
So don’t mess with me, and I’m gettin' tired of sayin' that
It’s that YG gangsta Lil' Laniak (Woop woop)
[Verse 7: Troll Loc]
Now growin' up in Compton for me, was kinda shady
My G’s was my daddy so I guess them niggas made me
This wildest ass gangsta that I grow to be today
I seen a lot of shit but it’s too horrible to say
See from the age of 9, my OG’s was my role model
Rookie in the game and they showed me all the rules to follow
Told me never slip, keep a grip, and a fly bitch
And if a nigga trip, get in his shit and always stay a Crip
Moms saw it comin', kept me in the house and boarded me in
But it was too damn late 'cause I was already quoted in
Lost to the streets so I guess I have no future
Want to be, like my G’s 'cause them niggas, they was shooters
Kelly Park took the place of the people I call family
Moms tried to save me but she knew she couldn’t handle me
'Cause I was fascinated and that’s all I want to be
Turned out by my G’s, just a young L-O-C
[Verse 8: Evil Bat AKA Batman]
Bloood, and in my hood where I’m from you gots to be a lunatic
Fuckin' with the wrong nigga, you get smoked quick
But that ain’t the point, the point is this
You do a drive-by, punk, you better not miss
I cause a slip, he 'cause a wreck, to go get the gat
Some niggas rolled on me, so you know I’m rollin' back
I’m takin' niggas for war, like never before
I destroy muthafuckas so I blew up a liquor store
15 fools got blown away
I thank the Devil for servin' another ruthless day
[Verse 9: Big Bun AKA Rider J]
'Cause I’m your big, your bad, your everyday fad
The role of a gangsta, a modest out rat
I’m raging against, delirious things
Because they're stupid
They love to play games
They want, they taunt, they put up a front
But outta my face, ya useless cunt
You're jockin' my dick, you got some nerve
'Cause you're broke and to the curb
Except, for, what’s in your drawers
The little ol' monkey is your only flaws
Junior hittin' switches, up and down
A '6-4 Rag plushed out with sounds
Buyin' clothes at the local Swap Meet
T-shirt, shoes, and FUCK Eazy-E
Saggin' through the hood 'cause it’s on at night
I'm drinkin' 8-Ball, smokin' bud, that’s right
And now I’m, vaguely high
Trippin' on some bitches, for what and why
I wanna fuck a bitch anyone who’s right
To have it like a rabbit 'cause it’s on tonight
[Verse 10: Evil Bat AKA Batman]
Another execution, police is the victims
Niggas bustin' back so, punk police, come and get some
And I don’t give a fuck about a muthafuckin' sergeant
Police always lie, that’s why they die, they got me started
