Some cool shit for the King's anthology
Stu pid motherfuckers shoulda
stepped when I warned 'em
I'm from the Boondocks of Compton,
I'm just anxious to whoop some ass
but I flunked every class
So what makes you think I give
I'll put your bitch in check,
son of a punk and a bitch, too
I shoulda did a drive by on
Cuz ya'll be poppin' some shit
For you, what's the word? Uh
When I be crushin' your hood
And I ain't talkin' that Action Jackson
When I come you better run for ammo
Or get played like a fuckin' piano
And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in
the house from the motherfuckin'
Lench Mob (what's up, nigga?), and yo Ice Cube,
I heard you're a singer now
Do- Ray- Me. But I don't sing,
I kick shit with the King,
Ice Cube will clock the cash,
And if you run up, I'll sock your ass
And watch that eye get swollen
So bust a cap or swing and die
Cuz where I'm from the sun don't shine
So One- Time hope I only bust one rhyme
But I bust one more for the suckers
Last year I was Ruthless,
now I'm Lenchin' mothafuckers
And you'll see in a tree, MCs and crews
Now they're lookin' for me,
Now every nigga that crossed
Cuz I played their ass like a fuckin' piano
Well, I'm- a take the mic
Run with the beat as long
Hot as lava, organized like a seminar
Serve you, your crew, him,
so nitwit, just get the nuts
Stealin' your high hopes,
Better walk a chalk line,
Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others,
Shift from 1st to 5th, while
Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls
If I bust a nut for every rhyme I had,
I'm- a watch her say "Me too."
You're shorter than Michu,
your rhymes are see- through
You're nothin' like GQ, transparent,
Cuz B- R- E- E- Z- E will eas- i- ly re-
I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol
Now you got played, like a fuckin' piano
This is just a sample of three
Who grew up in the heart of the ghetto
Doin' what we had to just
Just slang. Some gang- bang,
you gotta kill or get killed
Mothafuckin' police pull ya over,
Then tell ya that your hood is their town
And I ain't goin' for no shit like that;
Cuff me up, take me to jail,
cuz I talk what the fuck I feel
A few weeks in the county
So a punk like you can't fuck with me
That big ballin'- ass nigga
You think ya can? I don't think that you can,
Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze,