Da Lench Mob Album

[No lyrics]

[Ice Cube]
Damn, I'm sweatin like a nigga at a white woman funeral
"Lench Mob.."
[Grand Puba] "Civilize a 85er"
Huh, break 'em off somethin
"Lench Mob.."
[Grand Puba] "Civilize a 85er"
Come again, huh
"Lench Mob.."
"Now we come to the pay-off"
"Lench Mob.."
And here we go with verse one, J-Dee
[Grand Puba] "Civilize a 85er"

[Verse One]
Buck the devil, buck the devil, buck the devil BOOM
Give the nigga, give the nigga, give the nigga ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
Last night I shot eleven at the record shop
Most of 'em dropped when my 9 went pop!)
Damn; see the fuckin cop with the flat-top
Standin over niggaz face down on the blacktop
That shit's gotta stop, so I kick the hip-hop
Pop that devil in his ass and make him flip-flop
Flip-flop flip-flop back when I talk back
Now his name is Stucky Mack, tryin to fuck a black
In fact I got the 411, so you can buy a gun
Lench Mob's got the devil on the run, down with King Sun
(And we bring fun to all ages
Short Dog got the motherfuckin gauges
Shootin through yellow pages
That's why whitey wanna catch us in cages)
But no no no I don't think so
Shorty joined the nation, and he don't drink no mo'
Show 'em how to eat the lip, and how to beat the shit
Out of a devil see a brother he's agreed to give
Asalaam alaikum, shake 'em, and whitey can't fake 'em
And if they try F.O.I. will break 'em
(Wu-alaikum salaam and I'm (??))
(Ice Cube drop the motherfuckin bomb!) There it is yo..

"Lench Mob.."
[Chuck D] "Down with Farrakhan.."
[Puba] "Gotta let 'em know the devil's a conniver"
[x2]

[Verse Two]
The devil hates, the devil hates, the devil hates my skin
Because I'm original, so please tell a friend (yo)
But who will win in the end?
That's whitey's in the (??) tryin to blend with the black men
(But we'll check the blue eyes, contacts ain't wise
Cause different color eyes get chastized)
So can I get a witness, work on your fitness
And be sure to put the devil on your shitlist
Y'all can't miss this, a brand new LP
From the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B
(No I'm not your Toby, just like you told me
Just found out I'm the O.G.)
(Never caught the holy ghost, sorta like you do)
Just like X-Clan relyin on my voodoo
(Who you?) (One flew) (over the cuckoo nest)
Now I guess that you think you're blessed
(Get that fuckin cross off your chest
+Can I Kick It+ like A Tribe Called Quest?) YES!
The devil hates, the devil hates, the devil hates my crew
So let the nigga, let the nigga, let the nigga through
But fuck you too and your red white and blue
Motherfucker you through - so act like you knew
(Shoot you with my twenty-two!) I got plenty crew
(I take out white boys that's scary) (BOO!)
Yeah I'm the nigga that said it
And I'm sorry that I can't regret it
But it's a proven fact that Jack is anti-black
SO HERE'S YOUR FUCKIN PAYBACK
(I'm with the..)

"Lench Mob.."
[Ice Cube] "Huh, buck the devil"
[Puba] "Gotta let 'em know the devil's a conniver"
"Lench Mob.."
[Ice Cube] "Buck buck buck the devil"
[Puba] "Gotta let 'em know the devil's a conniver"
[Verse Three]
I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin, I'm comin
(Bullets, hummin) Devils, runnin
(Niggaz, gunnin) Many, done in
(Looks, stunnin) (Now to kick the fun in!)
BUCK THAT DEVIL - come again black man
BUCK THAT DEVIL - come again black man
BUCK THAT DEVIL, BUCK THAT DEVIL
BUCK THAT DEVIL, FUCK THAT DEVIL!
Armageddeon is a confrontation
That's the information comin from the Nation
So whatcha gonna do with your crew or your boys
Will you just sellout, or bring the noise?
(Keep your boys cause we got big toys
With the one mile scope, takin whitey's throat)
(Why, cause he made me ride a boat?)
A lot of us died at float, and you can quote
From the L.M., run run run run run and tell them
With they devilish ways and they pale skin
(that the motherfuckers'll never win!)
(YEAHHHHH, AND IT'S LIKE THAT!) HAHAHAHAHA!

"Lench Mob.."
..
[Puba] "Gotta let 'em know the devil's a conniver"
"Lench Mob.."
..
[Puba] "Gotta let 'em know the devil's a conniver"
"Lench Mob.."
..
[Puba] "Gotta let 'em know the devil's a conniver"
"Lench Mob.."
..
[Puba] "Gotta let 'em know the devil's a conniver"

[Lench Mob] "Civilize a 85er"
[Ice Cube] "Civilize a 85er"
[Lench Mob] "Civilize a 85er"
[J-Dee] "Civilize a 85er"
[Lench Mob] "Civilize a 85er"
[Short Dog] "Civilize a 85er"
[Lench Mob] "Civilize a 85er"
[T-Bone] "Civilize a 85er"
Lench Mob..

[J-Dee]
Woke up, Friday morning feelin damn good
Took a shower, got dressed, and rolled out to the neighborhood
Had no idea what I was in for
So I pulled over, I bought a 40 at the liquor store
Popped the top, commenced to start drinkin
And all of a sudden, I start thinkin
"Damn J-Dee, why did you roll down Florence?"
I forgot, I had two warrants (Damn!)
Yeah, but like a fool I kept drivin
Until I ran a red light, and heard a motherfuckin siren
One time pulled my black ass over
Put my hands behind my back and it was over
I was arrested, because a warrant I wouldn't pay
Headed for the county jail, downtown L.A.
I got processed, put on my county blues
And now I'm smokin a hump, watchin the news in the dayroom
A fool jumped up and said, "What set you from?"
I didn't say SHIT, I just BOMBED
I beat his ass right down into the concrete
Turned around and saw the doom squad's feet
Yeah, the motherfuckin deputies
Tryin to do the same thing that they did to Rodney King
I stayed strong and kept my self-control
That's why my black ass got tossed in the hole
I'm doin thirty days in the hole cause I dissed 'em
That's how it is, gettin lost in the system

[Ice Cube]
Hey homey, you know the way out this motherfucker?
I'm lost G
Ay, how you.. ay, where are we goin?

[J-Dee]
Here I go, on a fucked up bus ride
And yo I'm takin a trip, to a place called Wayside
It's on the back side, of Magic Mountain
And ain't no rides no games no shows and ain't no water fountain
Five, hundred acres of land
Plenty niggaz, and you still your own man
I stayed down, and ran into a few of my homies
They told me, "Watch your back kid and go for self only"
Cause I wasn't on the, same side they was on
And like my nigga Cube said, "Once again it's on" (Yep!)
Cause shit erupted on the compound
A C.O. dropped a pen, I picked it up and stayed straight down
Until some devil tried to nut up, over the phone
He got stuck and it was on
Gone, to the hole again
For shankin the devil with my motherfuckin ink pen
Things gettin kinda rough and disturbin
They takin me to court for this motherfuckin servin
Since I'm black and I'm supposed to be wrong
The prosecution wasn't very long
Start stackin months on me like hotcakes
And in the morning I was headed upstate
For shankin a fool who'll never be my brother
The simple fact the motherfucker had the wrong skin color
Yo, I told the judge, don't even try it
He gave me a year for startin a riot
I told this old-ass fool, "Suck my dick!
Givin me a year for this shit!" Yo,
He added on another year, cause I dissed him
Now here I go gettin lost in the system

[Ice Cube]
Yo man I'm just tryin to get up out this motherfucker man
I'm lost aight?
Which way, how you get back to South Central G?

[J-Dee]
I went from Chino West, Chino East, Folsum
Soledad, even Tahatcha(?) P-C-R-C
San Quentin, and even Cochran
Lost in the system, and I couldn't stop them
Them motherfuckers kept tryin to lose me
And some {faggot} kept tryin to choose me
Stuffed the {faggot} and send them on his way kid
You know why? Cause I don't play that fuckin gay shit
The final pen I was in, was called Blythe
And that's where I damn near lost my life
By some crazy devil with eyes full of hate
The motherfucker got mad cause I had a release date
Yo, this shit is crazy, it can happen to anyway
Didn't pay a ticket, look how much time I done
But it's alright cause I'm back on the streets
Layin down fly rhymes to these funky drum beats
And yeah, the day I got out, man I was wishin
But I'm back on the streets, still lost in the system

I can do that shit over, no?
Cause I, I was 'sposed to say
Hey shit, yo I can freak that shit yo
[cell door closes]

[No lyrics]

[Ice Cube:]
It's like push, push, in the bush (man fuck you)
You from the cluck crew
Nigga I got money like a black man (man fuck you)

[Jay-Dee]
Negro you and your payroll

[Ice Cube:]
Say ho this nigga got the yay-O
Pump that shit from L.A. to San Diego
Now do you wanna join my crew?

[Jay-Dee]
Man fuck you nigga, I thought you knew
Now I gotta lay you out, play you out
For sellin' that shit all about

[Ice Cube:]
Nigga I got clout
Throughout the projects

[Jay-Dee]
Yeah, for robbin' black folks for their checks
Now we gotta break necks

[Ice Cube:]
Black man don't flex on a brother
Unless you a plain clothes, undercover

[Jay-Dee]
Man fuck you
You can't get your slang on
But you got black folks singin that same song (yeah)

[Ice Cube:]
I used to get my bang on
Now I got money anythang's on

[Jay-Dee]
Man fuck you
Because your dead wrong
Use your mind black man
I can tell that your head strong

[Ice Cube:]
So what should I do?
Work for $3.22?
"Welcome to McDonald's may I please help you?"
I don't think so homey don't play that

[Jay-Dee]
Yeah, but heres a gun,
Can homey say gat? (yep)
So ease back
Or we'll peel your cap
'Cuz you can get a smack for that, black

[Ice Cube:]
So do you wanna join my crew?

[Jay-Dee]
Punk, I don't work for nobody (man fuck you)

[Chorus:]
(Ice Cube) I can tell, your all on my nutsac
(Ice Cube) Motherfuckin peasants is all on my nutsac

[Jay-Dee]
Niggas never thought dope-dealin would play out
So now they move way out
But nigga you can stay out - the ghetto
With your little baggies and shit

[Ice Cube:]
But I gotta buy my silk shirt and my khakis from the swap meet

Jay-Dee
Yeah fuckin' with them defs you got beat
And whitey can't wait to see yo' ass in the hot seat

[Ice Cube:]
Man, fuck you 'cuz I got rocks in my pockets
Get you so high niggas call my shit rockets
Money parlayin', got my car layin'
Bendin' on the corner sellin'
Crack to the corners motherfucker

[Jay-Dee]
You'se a sucker
I hope a good ducker
Looks like I'ma have to bust a cap on my brother (yeah)

[Ice Cube:]
So do you wanna join my crew?

[Jay-Dee]
I told your little ass before (man fuck you)

[Chorus:]
(Ice Cube) It's a shame, your all on my nutsac
(Ice Cube) And it's apparent, your all on my nutsac

[Jay-Dee]
Driving through my hood
Rollin in your crack car
Basehead's out the block chasing like a track star

[Ice Cube:]
I might let a few of them catch me
Fuck the police the motherfuckers wanna stretch me
Have a big nigga undress me
Call me sweetheart or even sexy

[Jay-Dee]
Now who's giving up the crack
And I ain't talkin' about the plastic sacs
Man fuck that, you gonna let Jack play the mack
Guaranteed to hit your ass from the back

[Ice Cube:]
Man fuck you Jay-Dee
You got three babies
Talkin' that shit
Punk, you can't phase me

[Jay-Dee]
But my nine goes "buck-buck...pow!"
Bitch! (now look at you now)

[Ice Cube:]
Man fuck you!

[Jay-Dee]
A tiskcut a tasket
Now look who's in a casket
I knew I'd get your ass one day
Scandulous bastard

Come down and beware of the black fist
The guerillas straight mutherfuckin' killers in the mist
Take a shot *Buck Buck* but you can't forge
Never thought you'd see niggers in the forest
Don't kick in the chorus just yet
'cause we ain't made a mess yet
Lench Mob produce the best shit
Comin' real hard, man
Bumpin' in your car, man
Finally caught up with a devil named Tarzan
Swingin' on a vine
Suckin' on a piece of swine
Jiggaboo come up from behind
Hit him with a coconut
Stab him in his gut
Push him out the tree
He falls right on his nuts
And just like EPMD
I don't like a bitch
Named J to tha A to the N-E
Can't wait to meet her
I'm gonna kill her
'cause that little motherfuckin' cheetah can't hang with a guerilla

You try to pay me off with a banana
But JD is blacker than a city called Atlanta
Give me some elbow room, I need some elbow room
So I can boom shack-a-laka boom
That's the sound of the twenty guage
Lock us up and the Lench Mob can break out of any cage
You never even hear of this
I'm taking care of this
Lench Mob environmental terrorists
Fuck great ape and Magilla
I'm a killa
Magilla gorilla ain't a killa
White boys like Godzilla
But my super nigger named King Kong
Played his ass like Ping-Pong
So motherfuckers get your ding-dong
Or the bozac (what's that?) dick and nut sack
So get your butts back from the black fist
Cap peelers, the guerillas in the mist

Va-voom, here comes a nigger from the dark side
Talking 'bout a brand new apartheid
South Central, straight ghetto native
Gotta show these devil motherfuckers what I'm made of
Yes, never smoke the sess
Only hit the Gautama Buddha when I beat on my chest
I'm laying in a cut
I'm laying in a cut
I'm laying in a cut
'bout to shoot me a mutt (with what?)
With the boom ping ping
Listen to the ill shit that I bring bring
Nappy headed nigger, coming out the mist
The smog, the fog, Ice Cube is my motherfucking dog, yes
Kicking pumps, smoking humps
The guerillas, rollin' from deep in the bumps
Short Dog got the motherfuckin' pump
And it's true T-Bone got the twenty-two
That's how it's done
So you better run yo', run yo'
Run your ass out the jungle
'cause hear the guns go and we don't miss
The Lench Mob, the guerillas in the mist

[No lyrics]

(feat. B-Real)

"We'll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" [x2]

[B-Real]
Yo, this is B-Real from Cypress Hill
Kickin it with the motherfuckin Lench Mob
Showin yo' ass, that you ain't got no class

[J-Dee]
Everytime I see you (whassup) you always on a mission
You're up too early in the mornin to go fishin
Wishin you can catch you somebody slippin
So you can sell his shit, and go get you a hit
When you need to be at home with your god damn children
That's why your landlord wants you out the buildin
Cause you haven't paid your rent in six months
You got rats and roaches and your kids've got the mumps
Cause you like to spend your checks on bumps
I saw your little boys eatin oatmeal lumps
My oh my, I wish you was my father
Cause I'd take your ass out and wouldn't even bother
Tellin them I did it - yeah fool I did it
Pops kept smokin so I had to end that bullshit
This ain't a story bout a kid from a broken home
It's all about a son, who father that was gone
So if you're out there and you're lookin for a blast
I'ma blast cause you ain't got no class

[Chorus: B-Real]

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)

[J-Dee]
In my neighborhood, there's a girl named Sonya
For a hit and some (??) you're guaranteed to bone her
The funky-ass aroma, comin from her crouch
I see why +Mama Said Knock You Out+
Now this is a shame, to seen a girl look this way
I been everywhere, ain't it only in, L.A.
Not only do I see 'em, I always try to greet 'em
I say do you have some kids? (Hell yeah!) Feed 'em
Cause I remember one thing that Mom Duke told me
"Never let a motherfuckin kid be, hongry"
Went into my pockets, and got a twenty dollar bill
I said, "Go buy your motherfuckin kids a Happy Meal"
And followed her to Mickey D's and made sure she bought the shit
And if she wouldn'ta man I swear to God I woulda hurt the bitch
Threw her ass in the ditch where the crackhead at
Cause the bitch, ain't got no class

[Chorus: B-Real]

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)
No the bitch ain't got no class (Stucky-fuckin-Mack)

[J-Dee talking over chorus]
It's a damn shame
Smoked up her kid's money
Boy can't even eat

[J-Dee]
You come home fucked up, with the basshead calls
Kids got no lunch money cause you smoked it all up
You get your first period, stomach just growlin
Look outside, the teacher think that it's thunderin
But it's not thunder it's your little boy's tummy
Now don't it make you feel like a motherfuckin dummy?
He can't feed hisself, and his moms can't either
Basehead parents; man we don't really need 'em
Especially if they smokin and the home is broken
At nutrition time, my niggaz be like jokin
Sayin that I'm bummy, I'm thinkin bout my tummy
I'm hungry as FUCK and moms smoked up our bucks
Now I gotta do her with a slug (Stucky Mack)
Now I gotta do her like a thug (buck buck buck!)
Now I gotta go, shoot up the drug spots
Mr. Police, could you please take my mug shot
Three hots in the cot for my ass
Cause my moms, ain't got no class

[Chorus: B-Real]

Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no class.. (Stuck-y-Mack)
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)
No moms ain't got no class
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky-fuckin-Mack)
Ain't got no class.. (Stucky Mack)
No moms ain't got no class

[B-Real]
Ain't that right J-Dee?
She need to get on with her sorry ass
Beitch!

"We'll shut this motherfucker DOWN!" [x4]

[Verse One: J-Dee]

An AK talks, but bullshit runs
I wish I had time, to count all my guns
'Cause a nigga is runnin' out of funds
But H.Rap says "Freedom got a strap!"
[I wish I was in dixie, Ak Ak
Then shit wouldn't have been bad in the sixties
No way No way]
I, can't see the OG's standin' in big lines
Holdin' big signs, tryin' to get mine
[I'll shoot ya ass 17 times]
Cause this week we don't turn the other cheek
Do that shit and get stole on,
Non-violence gotta roll on, plus we got a hold on
The mayor of the whole fuckin city
Saw the Lench Mob and his draws got shitty
So get the fuck out my way when I say
Hey - freedoms got an AK

[Chorus:]

A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't got to heaven
(Freedom is the road seldom traveled by the multitude . . . )

[Verse Two:]

Used to be a buck masta, buck mast-a,
Or sit back and get fucked fasta
Than a horny assed rabbit [dagnabit, cause I gotta have it]
[Shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, ah yeah
Talkin' like that'll have 'em all scared]
Don't come to me wit no petition
[Fool come to me wit ammunition!]
Cause the bang-bang, buck-buck, boom-boom, pow-pow
Used to be a trick [but bitch - how ya like me know]
Cause the Ak-40 dick hold a 50 clip
And I'll shoot till it's empty bitch
That's how you got filthy rich
I know the game, so I'ma do the same
Don't like when I play the same way
And say - hey - freedom's got an AK

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

You better call nine one one
The nigga's got a gun, and he's gonna have fun
[An Ak-47 is the tool
Don't make me act a mutherfuckin' fool]
Cause I'll have to run around and point
And fuck around and have to shoot the whole fuckin joint
A is for apple, K is for killin
I'm killin - 47 million civilians
So if you wanna jump your ass in, come on -
I'm buckin and blastin'
The L to the E to the N to the C to the H to the M to the O to the B
And you'll see
One dead devil - kick that shit to the level
Here's my shovel, 'cause I don't play
Motherfucker - Freedom's got an AK!!!!

"Listen now Blind Baby what we wanna go for on this record
Is not just a blues record - but we want a document.
An epic document depicting the struggle of da black people
Against the white devil slavemasters."

[Verse One]
Sittin at the pad watchin cops
Trippin off the pigs keepin niggaz off the block
But don't let a nigga get got out the ghetto
Cause you know gettin caught out the ghetto
Is a motherfuckin no-no
Cause you'll meet Mr. Boot, Mr. Feet
Mr. Billyclub and (who?) Mr. Concrete
Face down on the pavement
Keepin niggaz out of Crackerville, they do it and they love it
But vice verse the kicks
And put the Lench Mob crew, on the other end of the stick
Fee fie foe fum, the niggaz overcome
Everything is numb and it's filmed at eleven
It's like bustin caps at the bunny
You get a buck buck buck, buckshots in the tummy
They didn't have a fuckin clue (fuck you!)
Yeahh, it's time to get the ankle blues

[Chorus: x2]

"He is the epitome.. of anti-disestablishmentarism"
[scratch] "What's your latest hit brother?"

[Verse Two]
We caught the punk pluggin on our block
He looked like he's armed so I went for my glock
Call up the homies, look like we got one
Lay on the ground paleface, and that's when the fun begun
We beat him down like we were loco
(and said, "Fuck John Lennon") - (AND HIS PUNK BITCH YOKO)
Steady takin charge of the neighborhood
We got a nine-eleven call on another fuckin peckerwood
We rolled up on him and he broke
He looked like he was tryin to sell some fuckin dope
Nope; we ain't goin out like that
That's when I let his ass have it with the gat
Shot him in his back, stopped him in his tracks
He will never sell dope to another fuckin black
(cause it's like that)
It's untraced without a clue (fuck you!)
Yeahh, his ass caught the ankle blues

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
N*gga n*gga n*gga n*gga, nigga damn fool
(MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO!)
House made nigga's on his way with a fat pay
But the motherfuckers, paid for his doomsday
We laid in the cut for some days
Trippin off this nigga lookin like he's in a daze
What do whitey what do whitey really wanna know?
The outcome of a sellout, is an oreo - yo
We hung him by his neck til it snapped
That's when my homey woke me up out my nap (wake up 'loc)
Wakin back up to the signs of reality
Trippin off the shit that we watchin on TV
Them motherfuckers think I'm soft (PSYCH)
It's a sign of the Lench Mob settin it off
It's untraced without a clue
It's the niggaz, that's catchin the ankle blues!

[Chorus]

[scratch] "What's your latest hit brother?"
[scratch] "What's your latest hit brother?"

"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss,
your new gun with you."

[J-Dee]
I heard you had beef on your block
so you bought you a Glock, the one with the 17 shots
Nicknamed Smith & Wesson
Gonna teach them punks on your blocks a little lesson
But, who you gon' shoot with that, homey?
You'd rather blast an original instead of a phony
Chewin' macaroni, you don't even know me
And why does your gun say, 'Niggaz only'?
But you need to get an angle on an anglo
I mean shoot your bucks at the Ku Klux
Got your gat, but you ain't thinkin of 'em
'Cause deep inside, I know you love 'em
Point your gat at me and I'll blast ya
But first I gotta ask ya..

Fool, who you talkin to?
What you gotta ask me?

[Cube]
But first I gotta ask ya..

[Chorus]
Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk?
Who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk?
Who ya gonna who ya gonna shoot wit that, punk?

Yo man, whassup with the jack move fool?
I ain't got no money man!
What you aimin' that pistol at me for man?
Ay man, why don't you go on with that?
Go up to Beverly Hills or somethin

"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss,
your new gun with you."

[J-Dee]
I'm drivin down the street, and I ain't got much more than you
but you still wanna jack for my six-two
Impala, it's all about the dollar
You claim you're gonna bust if I holler
Don't say nuttin as I jump out
But why you gotta blast me, before you stomp out?
Start runnin' cause I'm terrified
Two shots from his gat made me realize
You woulda let me through if I was a caucasian
a jew or an asian
But I see you wanna do me, do me
Is it 'cause, I'm black as you be?
Don't talk about a rep to me
'Cause deep inside, I know you're white as a deputy
Sold my car and bought a brand new gat
Punk, but who you gon' shoot with that?

Chorus + J-Dee (line 4)
[J-Dee]
I hope they find your ass dead in a trunk!

"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss,
your new gun with you."

Hey yo man, I just got jacked man
They always talkin that black on black crime man
I'm fin' to go put in some work man

"I am pleased, to have the opportunity to discuss,
your new gun with you."

[J-Dee]
Now it's time to trip
This fool done caught me slippin and he jacked me
I'm off to the house to take my pistol and my khakis
Never ever thought I would get, got
So I grabbed the fo'-fo' with the thirteen shots
Hunted him down like an animal
Caught his ass slippin with a scadalous hoe
I crept up behind him, put my hands around his mouth
Fo'-fo' to the dome, yo punk we breakin' out
I ducked in the alley off the boulevard
Jumped in the back, trailed by one car
I'm thinkin to myself I can't kill him he's a brother
even though he keeps robbin, and stealin from my mother
He's lookin in my eyes, he's gazin at my gat
And then he said, "Who you gon' shoot with.." {*BLAM*}

[Cube]
Sit Boo-Boo, sit..

"I don't know WHAT'S WRONG with these children today."
"Nothin that a good ass-kickin wouldn't help!"

[Verse One]
Lord have mercy, the devil he cursed me
I heard you had the cup of life, and I'm thirsty
My niggaz keep fightin for a street, the white man own
So many died, before they got full grown
Plus I got an ingrown toenail
I sit back in the window, and watch all the hoes sell
A lot of ass for a blast (that's right)
Plus my litlte sister is gettin fast
Usin mo' niggaz for financial aid (what?)
They pickin her up from the 10th grade
In a Jeep they try to creep
Takin her ass to Lover's Leap
I admit I'm a sinner (yeah?)
Did what I had to do, just to get dinner
But I was told you was the first G (no shit)
L.A. is a war zone Lord, so could you have mercy

"You know who the FUCK Jesus is.."

[Verse Two]
I admit, I don't call too often (I know)
I wonder why I don't live in a coffin
Cause I know, a lot of my homeboys pray
But when it was time, they still got sprayed
The grass is greener, in my neighbor's yard
He's white, so his house is barred up
By the windows and the doors
But my moms gotta clean his FUCKIN floors
They won't let us in (that's right)
Even if we learn to act just like them (word?)
But if you don't learn you flunk
On a road to sleep, forever on a jail bunk (all day)
But I ain't no punk, and I won't get punked
By the system, so I gotta diss 'em
I was told you was the first G
Somethin ain't right Lord, so could you have mercy

"You know who the FUCK Jesus is.."

[Verse Three]
I'm dead, so bury me alive (six feet)
Under all this bullshit and jive
Cause I know when you made South Central
Shitty - it wasn't done intentional
Cause I looked back before the crack
Before the macks, in motherfuckin Cadillacs
It was the same old thing
But nowadays, niggaz mo' brainwashed
And I can tell everytime I see
L.A. Compton to Long Beach gangs talk
I wish when my pops got the erection
He woulda used protection
And I wouldn't be a squirrel tryin to get a nut
And I want the nut, just to get some butt
It's like the battle of the sexes
My head spins around like I needed a exorcist
But if you blew up the world today it wouldn't matter
(Nope) just send down a ladder
To the people who had it the worst G
I'm askin you Lord, please have mercy

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