Potential Victims Lyrics - Terrorist Threats - Westside Connection

I pledge allegiance to the rag 

Of the United Westside Connection 

And took a W for which it stands 

One neighborhood, under [Incomprehensible] 

Invincible with luxuries [Incomprehensible] 

Ice Cube, WCE and Mack 10 

The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer 

Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description 

This is dedicated to potential victims 

'Coz who's the fiction, ain't no fiction 

Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission 

To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz 

To all my dark niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark niggaz 

I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz 

Fuck the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz 

The 'hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga 

Prosecuted from making your brain sweat, nigga 

And Crocker sense is the Westside nickel 

We're proud of you bitches of the backward window, yeah 

From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson 

They fucked up Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind 

You don't have to be a Taliban to fill the per tarn 

Don't walk the double-u, victims of the rare black and blue 

I kick's in the door, wavin' a automatic 

I'm mad as fuck, breathin' hard as a asthmatic 

Attitude's unpredictable, behavior is boratic 

Could snap at any time, and right now, I ain't had it, bitch 

Make no mistake about it 

Your life has just been threatened 

Threatened, threatened, threatened 

To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz 

To all my dark niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark niggaz 

I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz 

Fuck the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz 

Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description 

This is dedicated to potential victims 

Because who's the fiction, ain't no fiction 

Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission 

I clocked the camera, fuckin' up the camera, was working the things 

Like holdin' was drama, dirt up my name 

Mo money, mo drama, my nigga fuck the hype, flash the light 

I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, come on 

You look hard, act hard, in the backyard 

Front yard, lunch card, but the nigga run hard 

I run yards, punk guards, nigga so large 

If I get caught, nigga no charge 

Here come a westcoast gangsta in cagey and creases 

Plus a pink slip nigga, you punks is leases 

My wife, Bentley got peanut butter guts like Reece's 

Blood peeled niggaz is red like endangered species, fucker 

In his age of terror, fear is the killer 

One thing remains constant 

The Westside motherfucking Connection 

You might as well keep it gangsta 

They've got us all under surveillance 

Bitch, you know the side 

World motherfucking wide 

To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz 

To all my dark niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark niggaz 

I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz 

Fuck the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz 

Too many lost 

Too many lost