Under Attack

Heeeyyy, Uhh, Half Ounce in yo mouth<br>Check it out, Half Ounce in the house<br><br>Chrous: Bring the yellow tape nigga FOSHO,<br>Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas HELL NO,<br>Fools ready to die,<br>Don`t be afraid,<br>Bring your gun and your sac cuzz we under attack,<br><br>Verse 1:<br>Takes no chances,<br>End with up that least circumstances,<br>Keeps a cool composure,<br>One time`s takin those glances,<br>Who be`s your enemy on the evilest team,<br>Racketeerin all your C.R.E.A.M.,<br>Havin your worst bad dreams,<br>Pesos for all the amigos<br>and the sistas,<br>How ya likin us now,<br>Competitas gon` bow,<br>Ain`t nothin` top dollar straight corner to corner,<br>Keeps my hand in the pie like little Jack Horner,<br>SOLDIERS on my left right ready to die,<br>Infiltraters six feet keeps our head to the sky,<br>Its a cold cruel world tryin to watch my back,<br>Got these cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack,<br>SHIIT!! For the paper,<br>Street Dreams and all,<br>Best be ready to hit the doo` when the one times call,<br>Gots the picture its still for the money son,<br>And if you`re bailin` through Compton you betta bring a gun,<br><br>Chrous: 2x<br><br>Verse2: Boom Bam<br>I deliever my blow it could be fatal,<br>Get yo ass smashed like potatoes and gravy,<br>Maybe with some prctice you can fade me,<br>But I doubt it, Picked up the Compton time <br>and read about it, How my crew makes the front page<br>in a rage, In a live concert blowin blunts on stage,<br>People swingin` on a chasity and got the place packed <br>to the maximum capacity, People comin from far and near,<br>To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out, <br>When we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair, <br>Straight chronic smoke up in the air, <br>So get it straight nigga, <br>Boom-Bam and Eiht nigga,(GEEYYAA),<br>Peeped yo` game from the start nigga, <br>We know you fake nigga, <br>We gots to keep a close eye fools under our backs, <br>Lock the gates sound the guns cuzz we under attack.<br><br>Chrous:2x<br><br>Verse3: Mc Eiht<br>Betta` watch out for the murder I wrote, Black super spokes<br>black stars and a black leather coat, On a mission, <br>Dead presidents I gots to stackin, Enemies can`t see the ya-ya<br>in my jacket, Best raise up before I set it off on G.P.,<br>First rule if you tryin` to bring harm to me,<br>Felony case catcher to the first degree,<br>Like the ginger bread man yall can`t catch me, <br>On the run stilla nigga held no jail cells, <br>Keeps two steps ahead, No traces for feds,<br>Phone taps instead, On the celluar phone, <br>Dumb as fuck cuzz they don`t know the number was called, <br>Outta the country, D.A. on the payroll yall,<br>Me and a little senortia on my side the black heater, <br>Sweeter than the rest, Paid pounds at gate sippin, <br>While shippin to the U.S.A.,<br><br>Chrous:3x