Don’t Play

[Intro: The Game]
Ay the streets is watchin', homie
I got that P89 with the scope on it
Red dot for niggas
You don't really wanna die bitch
It's a lot of niggas ain't wanna see this happen
This Compton shit
They can't stop gangsta rap
Got hollow tips for niggas like you

[Verse 1: The Game]
This rap shit got everybody hatin' me like I'm Ja Rule
Wanna send shots through the cutlers, it must be the shoes
Is it the all stars or the black twenty-twos or 'cause I fuck with some Crips, and I bang Piru
Or is it 'cause I won't let the spirit of Eric Wright die
Bang G-Unit and read The Source line for line?
I know the drama this rap shit bring
So the way I wanna die, gettin' brains down Crenshaw throwin' up westside
A year ago I was makin' moves
The closest I ever been to NY was Krush Groove
Now I walk through Manhattan, pants saggin'
Ay we got 'em rockin' All Stars
What they know about khakis and Chuck Taylors impalas on gold daytons?
While we was hittin' switches y'all was hatin'
I'm surrounded by legends sittin' at the round table, streets is talkin'
They gon' Jam Master J you
It's gon' be a lotta blood shed
Eiht pass me the fo-fifth

[Chorus: MC Eiht]
You could spread it like a rumor, man, fuck what ya heard
I'ma scream it from the ghetto to the Suburbs
It's Compton for life, westside ya heard? (Geah)
These hood muhfuckers leave ya dead on a curb
You could spread it like a rumor, man, fuck what ya heard
I'ma scream it from the ghetto to the Suburbs
It's Compton for life, westside ya heard (Geah)
These hood muhfuckers leave ya dead on a curb

[Pre-verse: MC Eiht]
Geah, it's Compton, geah, it's Compton, geah, scream, Compton, geah, come on

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
Been a hood muhfucker since my early teens
How these OGs taught me how to gangsta lean
Bandanna [?] face to drive-by clean
Snitch muhfuckers talk how we fled the scene
Back, back muhfucker, I ain't scared of none of ya'll
My hood marks the spot, my name on the wall
You know the best coast, west coast, Compton city
Your favorite gang rapper like do wah diddy
I'm strictly street, it don't get no better
The AK or berretta (pow, pow) settle the vendetta
Smallz from Compton and Game don't wait
Eight fuckin' seconds we takin' over your state
Your hood is mine, nigga get that
Best bow down now or I'ma get the gat
It's gon' be blood stains last place you sat
If you ain't dead now, the line a go flat
It's no competition, I murder you muhfuckers
You high profile niggas tryna duck us
I'm a Compton veteran, fools better run
P.E. number one, 40 weighing a ton
Still a nigga witta attitude, expressing myself
That's why the heat stay on my lap and not on the shelf
Smallz [?] [?], G-G, the gang unit
Real Compton niggas don't try to assume it
You clowns is first on the muhfuckin' list, four fingers, two in the middle with a muhfuckin' twist

[MC Eiht Talking]
Geah, geah
It's Compton, it's Compton
Geah, T Smallz
My nigga Game
Real Compton, come on

[Chorus: MC Eiht]
You could spread it like a rumor, man, fuck what ya heard
I'ma scream it from the ghetto to the Suburbs
It's Compton for life, westside ya heard (Geah)
These hood muhfuckers leave ya dead on a curb

[Outro: MC Eiht]
Compton for life, westside ya heard?
These hood muhfuckers leave you dead on a curb
These hood muhfuckers leave you dead on a curb
Westside ya heard?
Compton ya heard? geah!