Potential Victims

I pledge allegiance to the rag Of the United Westside Connection And took a W for which it stands One neighborhood, under [Incomprehensible] Invincible with luxuries [Incomprehensible] Ice Cube, WCE and Mack 10 The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description This is dedicated to potential victims 'Coz who's the fiction, ain't no fiction Too much bitching, get your a*s beat into submission To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz To all my dark niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark niggaz I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz f**k the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz The 'hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga Prosecuted from making your brain sweat, nigga And Crocker sense is the Westside nickel We're proud of you bitches of the backward window, yeah From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson They f**ked up Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind You don't have to be a Taliban to fill the per tarn Don't walk the double-u, victims of the rare black and blue I kick's in the door, wavin' a automatic I'm mad as f**k, breathin' hard as a asthmatic Attitude's unpredictable, behavior is boratic Could snap at any time, and right now, I ain't had it, bitch Make no mistake about it Your life has just been threatened Threatened, threatened, threatened To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz To all my dark niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark niggaz I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz f**k the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description This is dedicated to potential victims Because who's the fiction, ain't no fiction Too much bitching, get your a*s beat into submission I clocked the camera, f**kin' up the camera, was working the things Like holdin' was drama, dirt up my name Mo money, mo drama, my nigga f**k the hype, flash the light I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, come on 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 westcoast gangsta in cagey and creases Plus a pink slip nigga, you punks is leases My wife, Bentley got peanut butter guts like Reece's Blood peeled niggaz is red like endangered species, f**ker In his age of terror, fear is the killer One thing remains constant The Westside motherf**king Connection You might as well keep it gangsta They've got us all under surveillance Bitch, you know the side World motherf**king wide To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz To all my dark niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark niggaz I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz f**k the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz Too many lost Too many lost