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Now let's get down to business, b*****s
Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin to diss this
N***a that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five six seven
Nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
Cause all the way around n***a I gets respect
And youse a n***a that can't even get no props in your set
? Trag new park? You say huh
Wanna be rippin, but now it's time to do some set trippin
So listen close, cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this b***h, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
Westside trees sprayin all the fleas
That's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders
(So ni***z watch yo' a** at that center divider *gun blast*)
Now Erik Titer, tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport, shakin like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my ni***z comin
And you looked like your b***h a** was bout to start runnin
But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation (yo whatup)
And see if we can fix this little situation
But would I f**k you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number (punk ass)
But b*****s like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin me skinny, youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo, cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack a** actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the n***a
Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit, and b*****s don't jock your s**t
You need to stay down you Compton clown
And get off of the nuts of the ni***z with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin a** to the moon
You need to quit bangin under false pretense
Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make sense


If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown prince

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the ni***z that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one dj Q-you-I-K
With no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin in my Lex and, depositin fat checks and
Gettin mad s** while I floss the nsx and
Doin what I wanna, and youse a goner n***a
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin yak with all my ni***z cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it til you try it, cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin round with my nuts in his pocket (beyotch)
So put tha P in it represent and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, this is still Eiht Killa *gun blast*
Let me take a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollers n***a, you know the rest


Now I done sold my fuckin soul to the s**t that I kick
While you groupie a** ni***z keep on ridin the d**k
You oughta know that dj Quik ain't your average everyday m**********r
(hah) Slick like a snake cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my d**k sucked by a man befo'
But you gon be the first you little trick a** hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You fuckin coward, tremblin like a nervous wreck
Cause when I caught your a**, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left expedient
You ain't no fuckin killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Givin your set a bad name wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now should I continue
Yeah you left out the G cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was rollin on the Westside
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous (hell yeah)
You was in the shadow of death
With two trey-five-sevens pointed at your chest, hmm
Whatchu gon do, where was your ni***z that kill at
You ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin up your hands and beggin for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to dumpin on yo' a**
Cause this game you think is funny is some real s**t
So you need to be more careful who you fuckin wit, beyotch!

(line 4) I'm through playin with your punk a**

Shouts goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here on these Compton streets (beyotch)
It's bigger than they can imagine
To the whole entire Death Row family
Both sides, whassup ni***z
And my n***a big Suge, known for keepin s**t poppin
To my n***a Big J, my little n***a Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin a** n***a Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'm the first n***a that was "Bangin on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't stop

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