Yeah I’m coming straight outta Compton riding with my crew in the hood we stomping rollling the dice at the jigsaw house Looking for a way to get the hell out Every day its the same old shit same old pay I’m ashamed I of it Back to the beat back to the street I won’t concede but I’ll dream and scheme Money and clout leads u to the top But at the top you stay loaded and locked Looking at mess of a situation a nation that is racing pacing and casing The poison sets in your addiction is bad The only thing u have makes u Mad Insane in the brain u fall on back The streets got u leveled battered and smacked Choruses Stickem up cops and robbers we play Keep em on their toes never fade away we got info on the south side border Gonna jack thAt crew not a dime just a quarter All these mumble rappers get high and die My shit sucks too but my drugs are live I got the spot on a chokehold The life of a gangsta dirty and cold Eyeballs staring into your soul I have one goal that’s to stack and roll Basic instructions before leaving earth U pay the price be covered in dirt I flip my way into your head Cock back my Glock fill u with lead That’s the way the story goes Will it stop ask these hoes @rapfamebest