Geah (check it out)
  In the muthafuckin' house (geah)
  For the paper
  Mr Tony back in the house regulate y'know I'm sayin'
  Half Ounce hoodlums in the house
  Geah
  
  Deadly decisions is what I'm bringin'
  Be's the problem solver when my revolver starts singin'
  A thin line between life and death you're stuck
  When my mind turns corrupt so I'm mentally fucked
  I be bringin' the pain like Meth
  Inject the meth in your vain you're seeing thangs insane
  Hollow points start to spit
  Regulate your block no bullshit
  Bust a U-turn the tyres burn rubber G
  Retaliation of the robberies after me
  No aftermath
  Instead the bloodbath keep steerin' the B.G.'s on the West path
  Chest blast
  Buckshots touch yo' whole side
  N 2 deep no sleep when we ride claim that West gang
  Always the side of ridahs
  Gang of arms out the windows is if we responds
  Homicides: points chalked up for the victory
  Y'all know it's Compton 4 life, ain't no killin' me
  
  Chorus: (x2)
  
  For years we've been accustomed to serves the fiends
  On the streets keeps the works stuffed away in jeans
  Bitches and niggas do damnest things
  Buck buck for the paper by any meanz...
  
  I needs cheese no bullshit you better know it
  If it's a contest to be the greediest I'ma show it
  It's all for the scrilla
  Divine, Cristal, no wine, top biller
  Seven digits is the destiny
  Don't let the feds, the clock-heads get the best of me
  You know who got it, heavyweight
  No sacks premium shit
  Bitches beg Mr. Tony: you just don't quit!
  Cash flows to make fat flips since '86
  Where the cash connects Western Union through mix
  Hoes got the pick up straight back and no stoppin'
  And watch out for the bird
  Cause they just might got the word
  Who runs to West Side got the bitches on deck
  Check it, for 20's and 50's they gettin' naked
  Y'all knows the deal it's complication nines I tote
  On a mission, premonition, money flips to coke
  
  Chorus...
  
  One Time got me on a foot pursuit
  Yell freeze in the air as they start to shoot (get up!)
  Money that I loot thus begins the chase
  Plea's no contest when I'm slapped with a case
  Judge put my bail at a mill
  Free as a bird, lawyer tryin' to fight appeal
  Still got the co - nnections which direction
  Fly birds straight through your intersection
  Reflections of the way life used to be
  Where me amigos gave lots of love on the kilos
  Servin' the G way
  Five hun' floats on the freeway
  In the D-game got a street name blowin' the chronic
  Too difficult to get with the West ebonics
  No gin and tonic, situations ironic
  Bullets spittin' too fast like my fingers bionic
  
  Chorus...