Potential Victims

[Intro: Keith David]

Ice Cube, WC and Mack 10

The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer

[Refrain: Ice Cube]

Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description

This is dedicated to potential victims

Because crucifixion ain't no fiction

Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission

[Chorus: Ice Cube]

To all my white niggas, to all my light niggas

To all my dark niggas, I'm trying to spark niggas

I want to shark niggas, not to mark niggas

Fuck the park niggas, I want your heart niggas

[Verse 1: WC, Ice Cube, Mack 10]

The hood most honorable, carnage, Geronimo Pratt, nigga

Prosecuted for making your brain splat, nigga

And Crocker sense is the Westside nickel

Jim Brownin' you bitches off the back of a window, yeah

From O.J. to MJ and Michael Tyson

They fucked up Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind

You don't have to be a Taliban to feel the baton

Throw up the W, victims of the red, black and blue

I kicks in the door, waving a automatic

I'm mad as fuck, breathing hard as a asthmatic

Attitude's unpredictable, behavior's sporadic

Could snap at any time, and right now I done had it, bitch

[Interlude: Keith David]

Make no mistake about it, your life has just been threatened (*echo*)

[Chorus: Ice Cube]

To all my white niggas, to all my light niggas

To all my dark niggas, I'm trying to spark niggas

I want to shark niggas, not to mark niggas

Fuck the park niggas, I want your heart niggas

[Refrain: Ice Cube]

Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description

This is dedicated to potential victims

Because crucifixion ain't no fiction

Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission

[Verse 2: WC, Ice Cube, Mack 10]

I'm cockin' the hammer, fuckin' up the camera, was workin' on things

Like Kobe they trying to throw dirt on my name

Mo' money, mo' drama, but nigga fuck the hype, flash the light

I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, c'mon

You look hard, act hard, in the backyard

Front yard, lunch card, but the nigga run hard

I run yards, punk guards, nigga so large

If I get caught, nigga no charge

Here come a West Coast gangsta in khakis and creases

Plus a pink slip nigga, you punks is leases

My white Bentley got peanut butter guts like Reese's

Blood-peeled niggas is red like an endangered species, fucker

[Interlude: Keith David, Ice Cube]

In his age of terror, fear is the killer

One thing remains constant

The Westside motherfucking Connection

You might as well keep it gangsta

They've got us all under surveillance

Bitch you know the side

World-motherfucking-wide

[Chorus: Ice Cube]

To all my white niggas, to all my light niggas

To all my dark niggas, I'm trying to spark niggas

I want to shark niggas, not to mark niggas

Fuck the park niggas, I want your heart niggas

[Outro: Ice Cube]

Too many lost

Too many lost