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!