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Compton 4 Life Lyrics - Singles - Compton's Most Wanted

Life, life, life 

 

It's the city of jackers, swindlers, pimps and hoes 

And niggas that bang and slang in kilo's 

Where the rule is 'Fool, we don't play that' 

Bomb to your motherfuckin' lip, watch it get fat 

 

4 deep in a car on a mission 

Load up the glock and watch it start spittin' 

Nobody understands the gang mentality 

I don't give a fuck, just want to see some casualties 

 

And we'll beat your ass down with the quickness 

Busters know that they can't get with this 

Put the sweat down on a fool at the bus stop 

Wrong set, wrong move, get smoothed popped 

 

Gots to make our money on the corner 

Try to squeeze, nigga please, a straight goner 

Survival of the fittest with a gun or a knife 

Geah 'cause it's Compton 4 life 

 

Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible] 

Compton, Compton 

Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible] 

Compton 

(Life, life, life, life) 

 

One more 'Drive-by Miss Daisy' 

It's for the hood and nigga, we straight crazy 

Fools can't cope when we belling 

Throw up your hood 'cause it's Compton we yellin' 

 

Still sellin' that yayo, oh no 

Watch out for the tape that's made by 5-0 

Look into the eyes of the 12 gauge barrel 

My t-shirt and khaki's with house shoes is the apparel 

 

Just call me a nigga with a problem 

Better yet a troubleshooter 'cause I'ma shoot the enemy 

When I see the white of his eyes 

You'll have a funeral every night 

'Cause one of your homies dies 

 

Geah, it don't mean nothin' to us, ready to buss 

A thousand motherfuckers and we kick up much dust 

Another dead, chalk up one for the hood tonight 

Geah, right, nigga 'cause it's Compton 4 life 

(Life, life, life) 

 

It's the city where everybodies in prison 

Niggas keep takin' shit 'cause ain't nobody givin' 

So another punk fool I must beat 

Learned the tricks of the trade from the street 

 

Anxious to put the jack down, ready and willin' 

One more Compton drive-by killin' 

One more nigga that got jacked 'cause he's a dummy 

One more fool that got smoked for the money 

 

And we got evil ass bitches just like witches 

Got to keep the hoes because they set up snitches 

Niggas run off at the mouth, here goes the nine 

Peel your cap if you wanna drop the dime 

 

Go to jail, hell, might as well be off with the head 

So I bail from the police officer 

'Cause if I surrender to the white 

It won't be no more Compton 4 life, geah 

 

Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible] 

Compton, Compton 

Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible] 

Compton 

(Life, life, life, life) 

 

Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible] 

Compton, Compton 

Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible] 

Compton's in da house 

(Life, life, life, life) 

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