[Verse 1: Fo' Clips]
It's that n***a Fo' Clips and I'm strapped with a Mac-10
Old B.G. from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
Oh it's a must that I talk on it
Cause we got wanna-be Gs, From the C-P-T
Like that b**h a** n***a Eazy-E
Come into my hood, wanna shoot a video
But what about yo' dead homies funeral
You ain't attend
So I recommend we dismiss yo' a** up out of Compton
I choose to deal in this city
And my homies got love cause I feel no pity
So don't claim no mo'
Fo' Clips will break you off with that Tre-A-Double O
I guess it's kind of easy claiming this city so far away
Can't come take a drink with the homies
As I bail through this city
With a rep like Frank Nitti
Not giving a f**
Cause y'all n***as can't f** with us
[Hook: Tweedy Bird Loc]
Can these n***as f** with us?
"Hell naw, cause they too soft"
Why they want to be like us?
"I don't know and I don't give a f**"
[Verse 2: RedRum 781 & Lil' Stretch]
Well it's about that time, to put ya' mic on the shelf
Eazy E AKA the hip hop Keebler Elf
You ain't a Compton Crip so how the f** you gon' diss?
MC Ren swing and miss with that same old sh**
Don't come around the hood if you ain't wanted
Don't try to flaunt it
You show off and get that a** broke off
Take a loft, we all know that you ain't hard
You can't stroll through the park without your body guard
"Lord have mercy. Are you gunna' hurt E?"
Before I pen that a**, and give him a permanent Murphy
Ain't worthy so back on up
And let Inglewood stack on up
To tell you the truth, I don't really think you understand
Becoming a show but then about to be mitted in quicksand
Damn, you get up quick and you straight up stuck
We living dangerous and you can't f** with us
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Big Bun]
I'm coming out strong, hard like steel
Dissing motherf**a's with the basis I feel
Guilty, of the city you disowned
So bend over Ren cause it's time to bone, n***a
Now here's a Shock of the Hour
With ya' scary punk a** and them bean pots is sour
It's the same old sh**, everyday and every night
And you getting f**ed up so watch your back that's right
"So pa** the clip" and watch me spray that a**
"Pa** the clip" and watch me lay that a**
No hope, you f**ing joke, you can't cope with a n***a that's real with words
So motha' f** you Ren and f** what you heard
Don't panic don't panic, keep Atlantic out your mouth
Jocking n***as over shoot the videos of South Side
Uzi's, the nine, the a** is mine
And Eazy-E, you don' f**ed up too
f**ing over Pat, and Jemi foo'
Give up the money, the cash, and the bills
Before you wind up dead and n***a that's real
A-D, see what I mean?
Big Bun and Tweedy Loc, in your 'worsest' dream
Rolling, Controlling, tall like a tow-truck
Dealing out dope and I don't mean crack
Cause I get up at a high, and watching my back
It's a must, Dangerous Records mothaf**a'
Y'all can't f** with us!
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Tweedy Bird Loc]
Yeah Eazy E, not only do you want it
But a real G about to put yo' a** up on it
b**h, coming with that whack bullsh**
Thats why Priority dropped yo' a** like a brick
Trip, to shoot your video you 'criped' in the park
Better get yo' sh** and escape, before it gets dark
'Youz' a mark, sawed off at the knees
Freeze, say please and I might let you leave
With the 3, that a** will be beat
Can't drive your "Benzo" without your little car seat
So speak, if you got something on your mind
Running out of time, walking on a chalk line
I'm about to turn Lorenzo into a Lauretta
Put ya' SuperSoaker up against my 9 Beretta
Double header hitin' two with one stone
Tweety Bird shot the Putty Cat now hes dead and gone
[Hook 2x]
[Outro: Tweedy Bird Loc]
Yeah MC Ren you punk a** mutherf**a'
Tweedy Bird Loc coming at yo' a** with a 9-4 n***a
You can claim to be a m**m all you like n***a
But you ain't gon' throw a rock in a racial fight, b**h
Can't bust a grape with razor blade shoes, punk
Yeah n***a, you'd rather jerk off with a grizzly bear than to f** with me, b**h