Caution

Gyeah Gyeah We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods These real CPT G's please show no love Compton Compton In this bitch Somebody told me Mc Eiht is back with that thug shit Compton Check it out [ VERSE 1 ] My mindstate too late it's been gone Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong I hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam Appetite for destruction corruption To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin Always into something you heard of me Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy Pops in the clip and slips the automatic Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted Fucks them high class I like em hoodratted When the shells slide they panic Nigga straight static Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy I rolls through goes through such and such The angel of death meets you time to touch Mind of a lunatic quick to handle Sackin muthafuckas like I was john randall I blows out your spot like a candle I fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo [ VERSE 2 ] Easy as it comes I can handle the drama I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama Common sense you make your ass hit the fence Run fast or catch the consequence My straight aim I got it with confidence The sticky situation I make it intense The instigator the muthafuckin regulator The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator The violator the muthafucka with heat Let me see if you can beat it from across the street I'mma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap I'm a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep I'mma show you the way let these real G's play Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray [ VERSE 3 ] Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up Y'all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes up Close up shop nigga the hood's in town Hand over the money and don't make a sound Doomsday no parlay no politickin We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin Niggas in black coats with black nines Dig into your body and catch the flatline Your mama cry over your body at funeral time Gang related one-time reported the usual signs Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow The big payback have a nigga lay down Anyway you bring it I want it Gun-totin killin muthafucka from compton's most wanted Lifestyles of the ghetto foul Music to driveby in my dash when I style 100% gangsta steady servin Me and my homie Dub-C curb servin Gyeah