Heeeyyy, Uhh, Half Ounce in yo mouth

Check it out, Half Ounce in the house

Chrous: Bring the yellow tape nigga FOSHO

Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas HELL NO

Fools ready to die

Don't be afraid

Bring your gun and your sac cuzz we under attack

Verse 1:

Takes no chances

End with up that least circumstances

Keeps a cool composure

One time's takin those glances

Who be's your enemy on the evilest team

Racketeerin all your C.R.E.A.M.,

Havin your worst bad dreams

Pesos for all the amigos

And the sistas

How ya likin us now

Competitas gon' bow

Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner

Keeps my hand in the pie like little Jack Horner

SOLDIERS on my left right ready to die

Infiltraters six feet keeps our head to the sky

Its a cold cruel world tryin to watch my back

Got these cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack

SHIIT!! For the paper

Street Dreams and all

Best be ready to hit the doo' when the one times call

Gots the picture its still for the money son

And if you're bailin' through Compton you betta bring a gun

Chrous: 2x

Verse2: Boom Bam

I deliever my blow it could be fatal

Get yo ass smashed like potatoes and gravy

Maybe with some prctice you can fade me

But I doubt it, Picked up the Compton time

And read about it, How my crew makes the front page

In a rage, In a live concert blowin blunts on stage

People swingin' on a chasity and got the place packed

To the maximum capacity, People comin from far and near

To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out

When we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair

Straight chronic smoke up in the air

So get it straight nigga

Boom-Bam and Eiht nigga,(GEEYYAA)

Peeped yo' game from the start nigga

We know you fake nigga

We gots to keep a close eye fools under our backs

Lock the gates sound the guns cuzz we under attack

Chrous:2x

Verse3: Mc Eiht

Betta' watch out for the murder I wrote, Black super spokes

Black stars and a black leather coat, On a mission

Dead presidents I gots to stackin, Enemies can't see the ya-ya

In my jacket, Best raise up before I set it off on G.P.,

First rule if you tryin' to bring harm to me

Felony case catcher to the first degree

Like the ginger bread man yall can't catch me

On the run stilla nigga held no jail cells

Keeps two steps ahead, No traces for feds

Phone taps instead, On the celluar phone

Dumb as fuck cuzz they don't know the number was called

Outta the country, D.A. on the payroll yall

Me and a little senortia on my side the black heater

Sweeter than the rest, Paid pounds at gate sippin

While shippin to the U.S.A.,

Chrous:3x