[Intro]
Man! I don't understand it man
I just need you to answer this one question for me, n***a
Since you wanna keep emailing me and shit
Email me an answer to this question man
Why did you choose to fuck with me? Tell me that

[Verse]
N***a you ain't Pac, you ain't got the crown at the top
You ain't got no stripes from around on the block
You ain't hard, n***as fall off, you ain't fall
How do you wear tattoo tears and walk no yard
I ain't got a clue, guess I gotta do what I do
And the world will see the truth by the time that I'm through
You want it static, I can give it to you, automatic
Tattoos don’t make you G, n***a, Bow Wow’s had it
You don’t want a problem with it, say you want a problem, get it
When they ask you ‘who was that that served you?’
Tell ‘em problem did it
'Cause I’m your problem now and I’m just getting warm
See, I’m a product of that Crip you tatted on you arm
How could you be a Blood? How the Bloods show you love?
You was a dove when you started banging
How they know you thug?
Compton n***as don’t know that, dude
Think he crazy, I got something for that fool
Kurt Cobain, this n***a wanna blow out his brains
Swear the stress of success would drive cowards insane
Want the title, the new thug-American Idol
Since he talking shit to me, I guess he is suicidal
Think he invincible, swear this n***a feeling himself
He a white boy talking ‘bout killing himself
Homie, you crazy couldn’t be a Compton baby
Wanting death, when his n***as tryna dodge it daily?
If a rider gotta fade you then this the G
With your fake-ass frown, like you Mr. T
I pity the fool that wanna start shit with Dresta
The Westside original Compton gangsta
You what it is, boy, I inspired your rapping
Want Compton to turn against me? They won’t fire the captain
They love me, and I ain’t even mainstream, n***a
Knew you was gay, just wish you would've came clean, n***a
That’s the worst, you should've took your time to rehearse
So when we did that song
You wouldn’t have had to change your verse
But, I feel you; It’s hard to try to follow a leader
If I was you, I wouldn’t wanna rap behind me neither
If I was mediocre, he ain’t a thug, he a joker
The way he treat his family, you would swear he was a smoker
Young, dumb n***a, want some? Come, n***a
Wanna threaten me, like they made one gun, n***a?
You’s a dumb-ass I ain’t playing game with your young ass
I’m on the lap, I ain’t got time for no gun stash
Being shot, that’s a cold thing to live through
I tell you what, apologize, and maybe I’ll forgive you