Lyrics:

[Voice-Over] Ice Cube, WC and Mack 10 The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer Got 'em', look nigga, you fitted the scription This is dedicated to potential victims Because who's the fiction, ain't no fiction Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission [Ice Cube - Chorus] To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz To all my dark niggaz, I'm trying to spark niggaz I want to shot niggaz, Not to mark niggaz Fuck the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz [WC] The hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga Prosecuted from making your brain sweat nigga And Crocker sense is the westside nickel Were proud of you bitches of the back of the window, yeah [Ice Cube] From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson They fucked 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 [Mack 10] I kicks in the door, waving a automatic I'm mad as fuck, weaving hard as a asthmatic Attitudes unpredictable, behaviour is boratic Could snap at any time, and right now I ain't had it, bitch [Voice-Over] Make no mistake about it, your life has just been threatened (echo) [Chorus] [WC] I clock-ed the camera, fuckin up the camera was working the things Like holding was drama dirtied my name Mo money, mo drama, my nigga fuck the hype, flash the light I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, c'mon [Ice Cube] 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