Geah
  One two, one two, uh
  (Compton 4 death...)
  And how's the fuck we gon' doin' in this one
  Y'all don't hear me up in here
  Geah
  Half Ounce one time, stick'em
  Represent
  
  Eight years ago a friend of mine
  Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes
  So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
  I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way
  Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground
  And everybody heard about the Compton sound
  Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skan'less hoes
  To the baby kids making the hood grow
  Can you feel me? Gotta make my pay!
  To the niggas that wanna kill me: I don't play!
  Walk this way, no foul play I'm N 2 deep
  One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps
  Sometimes makes me wanna holler
  How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar?
  Nuthin' to lose, I choose to get a rep
  Step, yep nigga, Compton 4 death, hit me
  
  Compton 4 death...
  
  Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this
  Representin' Eazy E's Compton city G's
  My buckshots put holes in your truck windows
  Another casket closed as the church choir blows
  Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap
  Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap
  Gotta get your - mean green to spend
  Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend
  To the Westside connect with these gangsta threats
  Commence to represent them Compton streets
  My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (boom boom)
  The murder I wrote with intent to die
  To the pen cause I'ma do you in for the killin'
  Straight to hell and back, big black mack
  I'm strapped
  On the daily, Compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep
  Compton 4 death
  
  Compton 4 death...
  Geah
  One two one two, stick'em
  Half Ounce in the house, c'mon
  One two one two, geah
  Half Ounce in the house, c'mon
  One two one two
  How the fuck we do it
  Represent
  
  Follow E down the road to the terror dome
  A-Wax keep totin' my fucking chrome
  Takin you to the year two thou'
  How you like me now?
  Keep servin' you with the pow
  No time to think, my instinct's do or die
  When I ride for the West Side nuthin' but high
  Bitches don't cry
  It'll be some other sad love shit
  Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit
  Pay attention while I mention how I been payin' dues
  Since boulevard and corduroys and high school
  When bitches talk shit we straight pump
  When Bloods and Crips commence to chalk 'em
  Givin it to you, the real deal now you know
  Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow
  Sittin on top of the world, s'yep
  C.M.W. no love, Compton 4 death geah
  
  One two one two stick'em
  Half Ounce in the house stick'em
  Compton in the house stick'em
  And all y'all butt-naked lick'em
  Geah
  And that's how the fuck we do it
  Representin' the West
  Geah