[Intro: ComptonAssTG]
Whoadie

[Verse 1: ComptonAssTG]
If you ain't with us, you against us, you can't fuck with us
If you go against us, on the gang, you gon' buck with us
You could never break us up, 'cause the loyalty stuck with us
N***as better buckle up, 'cause it's finna be a wild ride
It ain't no doubt, bitch, we outside
You better have your heat, 'cause it ain't good on Atlantic Drive
He tried to talk it out, I left him stankin' with his mouth wide
'Cause we don't peace treat a PC in the Southside
Granny was religious, wonder where I found this lifestyle
Always was a knucklehead, ain't no tellin' me to pipe down
You owe me somethin', tear it off, I need it right now
Your circle in the circus, that just mean you n***as all clowns
Rollin' with the troopers who be troopin' 'til a man down
We don't see 'em out, we hold position, we gon' stand ground
I'm rollin' with the troopers who be troopin' 'til a man down
We don't see 'em out, we hold position, we gon' stand ground
Ain't no buyin' grams from this trap, bitch, we sell pounds
How you claim you gang gang, but n***as never see you 'round?
PO on some bullshit, talkin' 'bout I gotta sit it down
Told her see you when they catch me, in other words, I'ma see you 'round

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Why these n***as tryna stop my shine?
Why these n***as tryna stop my grind?
I done been places where the sun don't shine
But these n***as never stop my grind
[Verse 2: ComptonAssTG]
Now homies wanna trip on homies? Fuck that, let's go get active, n***a
Ridin' down Atlantic somethin' like a Fear Factor, n***a
Goons on alert, they go berserk and we'll clap a n***a
Wet 'em like baptism, yeah, we got strap with us
Ayy to the fade, on my mama, bitch, I'm that n***a
Four hoes on the boulevard, ask Josh, bitch, I'm that n***a
Bounce out on the suckers with a Tommy, no Hilfiger
Mama respect my gangster, she even told me I'm a real n***a
It's like back in school how we takin' all these field trips
They think I slowed down 'cause I started rappin', cuz, I'm still trippin'
Just 'cause you don't see me don't mean I'm not up in the field, n***a
No studio, we real Crippin'
No masseuse, 'cause I don't feel n***as
August 3rd, '96, mama made a Loc
Raised around gangsters, don't panic, shit ain't a joke
I just talked to Bang, he still troopin' even on the four
Watch out for them snakes, 'cause they'll get you while you at your low

[Chorus: Ray Vaughn]
Why these n***as tryna stop my shine?
Why these n***as tryna stop my grind?
I done been places where the sun don't shine
But these n***as never stop my grind

[Outro: ComptonAssTG]
I tell no lies, you lose your soul
Tell no tale, the truth be told
If you know me, then you know
That I'm a gangster, I'm a gangster, whoadie
I tell no lies, you lose your soul
Tell no tale, the truth be told
If you know me, then you know
That I'm a gangster, I'm a gangster