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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 ass 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

Fuck 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 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

I kick's in the door, wavin' a automatic

I'm mad as fuck, 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

Fuck 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 ass beat into submission

I clocked the camera, fuckin' up the camera, was working the things

Like holdin' was drama, dirt up my name

Mo money, mo drama, my nigga fuck 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, fucker

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

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

Fuck the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz

Too many lost

Too many lost

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