[Intro]

*Phone dialing*

*Phone ringing*

Caller: Hi

Unknown man: Sup nigga?

Caller: Yo where E at?

Unknown man: Hold on

Lil' Eazy: Hello

Unkown man: Ay cuzz. Heard that nigga talkin’ shit out there, man, what's up? [?] this nigga or what

[Verse 1: Lil' Eazy]

I heard the streets been talkin' (Uh)

He keep sayin’ (Yeah) my name that nigga Game gon' be layin' in a coffin, I'm the motherfuckin' prince of Compton (Uh) (Prince of Compton)

First and last, don't make me the first to (Blaow) blast

You the type I will murk and laugh (Haha)

Cause you'se a phony, walk around like you was the homie

Knowin' damn well you was never close (Nah) to E

Jayceon who the hell you supposed to be? (Huh?)

On my block I got homies who can post and squeeze (Yеah)

And have a motherfucker layin’ facе down in the streets (Uh)

Certified G and I didn’t have to pay for that

Kownin' E brought you all your lil fame and rap (Uh)

I drop 16 now I’m gettin' paid from rap (Yeah)

(He don't write his own raps)

How lame is that? You sound just like a bitch when she start to bleed (Uh)

You gon' have a nigga trippin’ once I spark this weed

The OE keep a nigga straight, fuck that vodka (Uh)

Can't waste time dealin' with these punk impostas

Had to holla at the doctor so he know what's poppin' (Shit)

Lil' E is the name and I'm comin' from Compton

[Chorus]

I can see it inside your face

Peep game

I could see it

He a fake and he know it, I'm that truth, I'll show him

Compton is the city I'm from

I can see it inside your face

Peep game

I could see it

He a fake and he know it, I'm that truth, I'll show him

Compton is the city I'm from

[Verse 2: Lil' Eazy]

Real recognize real (Yeah) my nigga

You used to be a stripper in the club, cuzz you ain't no killer (Nah)

Loc nigga to the death, know the set I claim

In the hood homies asked never said you bang

Fame could change a motherfucker in a New York minute

You from Compton but keep puttin' New York in it

I'm a West coast nigga, get respect from both, the tattoo is disrespectful loc (Damn)

Gotta smoke 'cause this nigga keep workin' my nerves

I'ma have that butterfly in his face on the curve (Uh)

Don't get served tryna hit me with a come back verse

Already know in the streets I'm come back worse, the truth hurts

And I hate to expose ya homie (Yeah)

Before The Game, your nickname it was Doja, homie (Haha)

He's a phony and a fake, can't relate to E (Uh)

Certified and I'm comin' from the CPT, yeah

[Chorus]

I can see it inside your face

Peep game

I could see it

He a fake and he know it, I'm that truth, I'll show him

Compton is the city I'm from

I can see it inside your face

Peep game

I could see it

He a fake and he know it, I'm that truth, I'll show him

Compton is the city I'm from