[Intro: MC Eiht]
Wake your punk [bad word] up! It ain't nothing but [bad word] thang, G-yeah. Real simple and plain, I'mma teach you some lessons about the street. It ain't nothing but [bad word] thang, G-yeah. How we do

[Verse 2]
Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room in my momma's pad
Reality [bad word] I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed
My pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired cause I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next weekend, we broke even
I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life
Kendrick [bad word] s human sacrifice

[Interlude: MC Eiht]
G-yeah, cocaine, weed. Niggas been mixing [bad word] since the 80's, loc. Sherm sticks, butt nakeds. Dip, make a [bad word] flip. Cluck heads all up and down the block and [bad word]  One time's crooked and [bad word]  Block a [bad word] in. Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, [bad word] 
[Verse 3: MC Eiht]
I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool
The hood took me under so I follow [bad word] But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
couple drive-by's in the hood lately
Couple of IV's with the [bad word] spraycan
Shots in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave
Mount up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood still
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it's so real
Deal with the [bad word]  a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's where a [bad word] stand

[Verse 4]
If I told you I killed a [bad word] at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor, instead of boy with a chopper
That hold the cul-de-sac hostage, kill 'em all if they gossip
The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing
The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim
And they bang it and slide out that [bad word] with deposits
price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the [bad word]  U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what

[Skit]
– [bad word]  pass Dot the bottle, [bad word]  You ain't the one that got [bad word] up, what you holding it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and [bad word] – [bad word]  that ain't no word
– [bad word]  Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my [bad word]  Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that