Verse 1: PS

Never gave a fuck and I still don't

So save your lectures I'ma gangbang for the rest of my life

A young BG deranged in the brain

The youngest motherfucker on the chain gang

Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G

Really can I make your ass rest in peace?

No need to waste my energy squabbin

Quick to pull the trigger put your ass in a coffin

Never been a baller but I trap many ballin

Homies y'know I don't give a fuck, I was starvin

You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with dick

and have her sprung on this black ass nigga

Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her

mother

Sellin rocks to the scandalous ass clockers

Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that

and I never gave a fuck about a stupid ass hoodrat

Chorus:

Bitches ridin on my bit

Niggas hit me up and shit

But I'm from the Eastside

Where the niggas do or die

Representin like a dream

Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew

Verse 2: Billy Boy

Uh, uh, uh

As I crack dice from one hood to the next

Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques

I got a 9 for any nigga that come runnin up

Keepin motherfuckers on the duck

You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks

but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off

I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends

If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in

In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot

you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block

Hittin switches cos your bitch is gettin paid, cos that's my way

and all the hoes still wanna fuck (You know we do)

I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand

You can bet my monkey ass is comin out on top

LA hustlers can't live without money

So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot

cos I can't fuck without my hoes

And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4

Everybody wanna fuck a nigga like me

but I won't be gettin back in the CPT

Chorus:

Niggas tryin to give me stuff

Billy Boy don't give a fuck

First I warn you with my rhyme

then I'll fuck you with my 9

Don't give your plees cos I don't bang

But I'm down to fully slang

40 Thevz end down your crew

cos Circle's deep I thought you knew

Verse 3: Coolio

I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk ass holler

Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar

Stock em all up like a pack of punk bitches

Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes

You don't wanna see me out the motherfuckin front

Don't you take this shit for granted just cos niggas call me Cool

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

C-O-O-L-I-O G

M to the A, A to the D

A Circle full of niggas that you don't wanna see

You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fuckin with a missile

I chew your ass like gristle til the ref blows the whistle

Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps

Ain't no punks in my motherfuckin pack

See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke

First you diss my city then you choke

*cough*

Chorus:

C-O-M-P-T-O-N

Punk motherfuckers get two to the chin

I don't give a fuck what'cha got or who you know

Step to the Maadness, your ass gotta go

Ain't a damn thing changed but only the year

East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?*

You don't wanna see my crew

Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew