when shit get thick

who really the best rapper since 'pac got killed

i done answered that question when i copped my deal

ask yourself when the game is comin

after next summer

i predict my shit'll drop before the next howard homecoming

now who in the runnin

no one

ask the niggaz who want it

i got a four-fifth and it just like me

it stay gunnin

me and my niggaz stay blunted fogged up in the 600

guilty as charged

blunts in the air

guns in the doors

it's written

compton niggaz never run from the law

plus we get monopoly money with hotels and a board

so i'll never see a jail

and i'm allergic to bars

can't sit behind 'em or drink at 'em

so we travel with ours

poppin crist' in the 6

like we drivin through mardi gras

thinkin 'bout beads and titties as i roll through the city

and i keep 16 in the clip

and i let 'em all go

like the lakers did ellie

atty and nick

huh

when shit get thick

niggaz start dyin

bodies pop up in dumpsters

mothers start cryin

payback come through violent

nigga

we hit blocks

bust shots

leave ya whole block silent

cause

when shit get thick

niggaz start dyin

bodies pop up in dumpsters

mothers start cryin

payback come through violent

nigga

we hit blocks

bust shots

leave ya whole block silent

no garbage we smoke molta

move big cocoa

we off the train tracks like the great space coaster

we hit real big and consistant like sam sosa

prepare for war

like united states soldiers

lock tight and rock right like grey eight oz's

i'll be hittin up spots

in them flip range rovers

before you even try to play

foolish all over

empty out yo' pockets

turn everything over

we ball out cursin yeah we keep it the sickest

when we roll by the quads in them z-66's

big spittin

grip kitten

that big face greed

always dirty never clean but we live like kings

legendary like sting

it's a history to follow

but not known for stingin known for gettin off hollows

shoot me a glass of remy

nah fuck it the whole bottle

and watch me act bad and take off

full throttle

i'm from a batch where it ain't no cut

we all in

36 on a triple beam scale for meal

duffle bag on my shoulder my route

through the back of the jet

to bag up baguettes and everybody know it

i'm the iceholder makin the cut

never breakin 'em up

my favorite color is rainbowed up

ain't a coke dealer

but i got bricks for cheap

hit the lab for a fo' day block

we got heat

you niggaz can't compete when i walk in the streets

we get low

and there's no idea with the info

it's a rule of thumb

let them dudes a come

i'm cruisin some

20 inch shoes and some

i'm in the widebody xm-5

all my snakes is live

we check your five

the spot where the tec dies

and everybody gotta holla the name

it's jt from the fillmoe streets to cpt