[Intro]
Come on
Come on
C-c-come on

[Verse 1: Do or Die/ A Love ???]
Fuck South Bronx, here I go
It's finally the time a Compton n***a let him know
So I'm grabbin' a Glock, and I'm gettin' a bag of clips
Jumpin' into the Fleetwood, it's time to take a trip
Three thousands miles away, but first
I gotta get them n***as who put n***as in a hearse
Criminalistics, ballistics, I'm comin' to kick this shit
And now you South Bronx faggots can suck my dick
So eat a dick up, and quickly lick up and ride the jock
Only on the dick because Compton popped
So T, to the I, to the M, motherfucka
Stupid silly sucka, you nothing but a clucka
Suckin' on a dick like a pipe through the night
Tryna recite what Compton writes
So when you try to diss, punk, try to say somethin'
Fuck South Bronx, n***a, this is Compton

[Chorus]
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
Well lets fuck 'em
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
Wеll lets fuck 'em
[Verse 2: Blue Ragg]
Tick-Tick, bang-bang, it's nothing but a Compton thang
Fuck all you South Bronx n***as, you can't hang
With a real Compton n***a gеttin' to the nitty gritty
Showin' no mercy, and saying "Fuck pity"
'Cause you silly soundin' motherfuckas done ticked me off
And definitely gonna feel the wrath of my sawed off
Boom, boom, boom, all hit, and not one miss
Tim Dog, you fucked up when you tried to diss
The Hub city, where true gangstas dwell
In the underworld, straight living hell
Now we're coming out the cage, and rage, making front page
With Tweedy Loc's song, "What's Really Going On"
But this one, will get your heart bumpin' and thumpin'
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a, this is Compton

[Chorus]
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a [Come on!]
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a [Come on!]
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
[Verse 3: Att Will]
Att Will a prick ya like a stick real quick
Bang, boom, like a thrown brick
Had the Bronx fiendin' for this Compton dick
Instead of strikin' on city walls, I'm searchin' for Tim Dog
Strokin' his mind before he fuckin' with heart
That trickster never been in Compton, and he better not come
And KRS too, you sucka, you ain't number one
Because we got the Tweedy Locster, he's down with us
J-O-E and A-Love, they down with us
Hitman D and M-O-E, they down with us
Nini X and D Mark, they down with us
Ray Cannon, ah yeah, they down with us
Just lettin' you know you your rhymes and beats are rust and dust
So hear me bust, just tellin' you Bronx suckas the deal
You wanna step in the ring, you better call out the real, punk
You're through stepped on with a Nike shoe by a true n***a
From the west, Bang-bang to your chest
But you ain't heard shit, 'cause I ain't said nothin'
But fuck South Bronx
You motherfuckas can't touch Compton!

[Chorus]
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a [Come on!]
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
Well lets fuck 'em
[Verse 4: Sin Loc]
Fuck South Bronx, motherfucka, this is Compton
The hardest city, where bitches get gunned down
Talkin' shit like a bitch from a distance
Can lead to a long term motherfuckin' ass-whoopin
Y'all fools talk shit like you're heaven sent
And ain't nothing, but some motherfuckin' hypocrites
Fuck with me and I'ma break ya down like a stick
And drop yo' ass like a motherfuckin' brick
See I'm the type of n***a to take your ass for a ride
And leave you fucked up, strangled off in Riverside
I might be crazy, but my name ain't Smitty
You can fuck Eazy, but you can't fuck my city
Now what ya think of that South motherfuckin' Bronx?
Hittman D is straight stuffin' on chumps
And for the record, I'ma still be stompin'
Fuck South Bronx, this is Eastside Compton

[Chorus]
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
Well lets fuck 'em

Fuck South Bronx n***a
This is Compton
Fuck South Bronx n***a [Come on!]
Fuck South Bronx n***a
This is Compton
Fuck South Bronx n***a
Well lets fuck 'em

[Verse 5: Tweedy Bird Loc]
It's Tweedy Loc, coming from the motherfuckin' Compton clique
So all y'all South Bronx bitches listen to the hit
So say so long to D-Nice, and KRS-None
They motherfuckin' preachers, but I preach for my gun
Yellin' "Stop the violence!" like a goddamn sucka
Watch Boogie Down Blood flow down the fuckin' gutter
Right where Tim Dog's at: on a motherfuckin' stretcher
Layin' in a body bag for fuckin' with the dogcatcher
Bronx ain't shit, and if they wanna come
Then I will reign supreme over nearly everyone
Step to me, n***a, and you best to be bulletproof
'Cause Tim Dog, you's a bitch, and so is ya whole crew
Tweedy Bird Loc gotta have it like that
So close your eyes while I pull your fuckin' skull back
And i'll fuck you up in your own backyard
It'll be murder one when I rip out the fuckin' heart
I keep ya motherfuckas, 'cause you met a lunatic
All y'all fucked up punks are full of shit
You South Bronx motherfuckas need to learn somethin'
'Cause you bitch made ass n***as could never touch Compton

[Chorus]
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a [Come on!]
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
Well let's fuck 'em
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a [Come on!]
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
Fuck the South Bronx, n***a
Well lets fuck 'em

[Outro: Att Will]
Be-Be-Be-Be-Be-Be-Because we got the Tweedy Locster, he's down with us
J-O-J-O-E and A-Love they down with us
Hit-Hitman D and M-O-E they down with us
Ni-Ni-Nini X and D Mark they down with us
Ray-Ray Cannon, ah yeah, they down with us
Because we got the Tweedy Locster, he's down with us
Be-Be-Because we, Be-Be-Because we
Be-Be-Because we got the Tweedy Locster, he's down with us