Wanted Lyrics - Compton's Most Wanted

Just like a prisoner, because I'm brown with some black skin 

A fugitive, running cause I just won't give in 

And its hard when it's black on black 

Gotta blast another brother trying to scheme on my stack 

For me to be a busta, oh no 

Police is hunting a brother like an animal 

So I play my cards right, watch my back 

Because the enemy is scheming, trying to kick a rat pack 

Straight up, a gangsta, ain't got time for faking 

Label me a pusher, dead presidents I'm making 

A brother who's young, got the neighborhood sprung 

Police riding my tip, if they catch me I'm hung 

But no, I don't sleep as they creep. Take a peep out the scene 

Cause they trying to stop the flow of my green 

So I keep stepping, and bailing hard because a brother is up on it 

Catch me if you can cause fool, Eiht is wanted 

I lace up my kicks, because a brother's on the run 

Chase me down with a gun, because my lyrics weigh a ton 

Now I'm sweating cause you're sweating me big time 

Hang me up by a rope for my murder rhyme 

No shorts given, that's how I'm living in the ninety-one 

Slide my car in, and smoking with my Mike gun 

Pop off two lyrics so they can slack up 

If it gets too deep Mike's got the back up 

Packin' tools, droppin' fools, I'm from Compton 

So that should be your first rule 

Here comes the pick of the weak, so don't sneak 

If you do, Eiht'll take two to your cheek 

So don't get uptight if you a victim 

Got a gang of gangsta rhymes so let me kick em 

Geah, I can't be stopped, cause I'm up on it 

And a brother like Eiht's still wanted 

So now I break faster, not because I want to, cause I got ta 

Now your homies after me because I grabbed my mike and shot a- 

Nother sucker dead, lyrics straight to your head 

Cannot bite, no. The Compton psycho 

Quick on the gank, so you might get shanked 

And I don't need a gat just to jack your bank 

Another stick-up kid just got crazy 

Try to double cross the Eiht you'll be pushing up daisies 

Or you can get the backwash 

From the forty that's poured on the ground, so I clown 

So your mad, but your bad and you press your luck 

But you still wanna nag, yeah you'll get stuck 

So who's got the Compton funk? 

And it's illegal if you bump it too loud in your trunk 

So now you know that Eiht's your top rap dealer 

But you a punk ass New Jack squealer 

That's why I'm wanted 

The odds against me. So now its time to break 

Seconds tick off the clock so I don't fake 

I gots to keep on steppin', don't run outta breath 

Cause if I slow down punk it might spell death 

I confuse the mark, throw him off the trail 

This ain't no picnic punk you picked hell 

Better known as Rambro, not afraid 

Mike T starts the gat, Eiht's a hand grenade 

And who's got the four-one-one? 

Just can't do me punk your getting done 

Eiht is the nigga eating them up 

Yeah that's my cue so I start kicking but 

And you don't want to witness the Compton rage 

Trapped just like a rat in a snake cage 

Boy you dis the crew, geah you flaunt it 

Now I hunt you down because your wanted