[Verse 1]. To all my niggas on the porch getting their hair braided. Corn rolled by a L.A. bitch. And I can't forget. My niggas riding the train Yankee fitted. Thermals under that Pelle shit. I love New York but gangbanging that's L.A. shit. And I'm proud of it. Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it. Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it. I can shoot a video to it and spend half the budget. I'm gangsta let the .40 cal blow in public. More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker. Every time one of my niggas get shot the more I suffer. Cause we trapped inside a world where your forced to die for your colors. I seen it all through the Range tints. Got niggas doing life in the state pen. So I dread like Jamaicans. If I die for one of my statements. Than break up the streets of Compton and spill my blood in the pavement. [Hook]. Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up. Talking that shit like they goin lay me down. And then I come through strapped to see what's up. Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal. Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up. Talking that shit like they goin lay me down. And then I come through strapped to see what's up. Niggas really don't know parts of me pal. [Verse 2]. Who I gotta talk to who I gotta write. I want my unsigned hype. Like Kanye want his five mics. Aiight I handle bars you ain't gotta ride a bike. To peep game and his skill here go some training wheels. Let's roll. Through the city of god. Where LA niggas train to kill. Chop you up hundred times worse than the Haitians will. For real naw Pharrell I need a track homie. Dre we to close aint no turning back homie. Deal with it I'm a be here for ten years. Spittin like the ghost of Eric Wright and Big yeah. Let me paint this picture. While you sit here thinking in the back of your mind this is the shit yeah. I spit for you niggas doing 25 on they 5th year ready to throw a nigga off the 5th tier. Them white boys in the Abercrombie and Fitch gear. And every nigga who ever helped me get here. [Hook]. Believe me niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up. Talking that shit like they gon lay me down. And when I come through strapped to see what's up. Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal. Niggas keep sayin they gon heat me up. Talking that shit like they gon lay me down. And when I come through strapped to see what's up. Niggas really don't know parts of me pal. [Verse 3]. One brick two brick. The boy moving weight. Now three bricks four bricks. I'm driving upstate. Five Bricks six bricks. The nigga got cake. Not rap money but money been rap since '88. Look at the world we live in. Niggas steady hate to the heckler at Koch. Leave him chopped up like freddy's face. Niggas catching feelings. Cause I'm about millions. And outta all the newcomers out my flow's the illest. You a close second nigga. A banana to a guerilla. Put us in the same cage and I'ma have to peel 'em. The best of both worlds. Rapping and drug dealing. Run and tell the chief I came to burn down the village. The head honcho staring out the third story window. Of my Beverly Hills condo. With two long ass heats. I call 'em Shaq and Alonzo. You niggas want me outta L.A.. Yeah I know. [Hook]. Believe me niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up. Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down. And when I come through strapped to see what's up. Niggas really don't want no parts of me pal. Niggas keep sayin' they gon' heat me up. Talking that shit like they gon' lay me down. And when I come through strapped to see what's up. Niggas really don't know parts of me pal