[Verse 1]
Come on
Come on
C-c-come on
f** South Bronx here I go
It's finally the time I caught the n***a let him know
So I'm grabbing a Glock and I'm getting a bag of clips
Jumping into the Fleetwood it's time to take a trip
Three thousands miles away, but first
I gotta get the n***as who put n***as in the hearse
Criminalistics ballistics I'm gonna kick this sh**
And now you South Bronx f*ggots can s** my dick
So eat a dick up and quickly lick up
And ride the jock only on the tip because Compton popped
So T to the I to the M, mathaf**a
Stupid silly s**a, you nothing but a clucka
s**ing on dick like a pipe through the knife
Trying to recite what Compton writes
So when you try to diss, punk try to say something
f** South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
[Chorus]
f** the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** the South Bronx, n***a
Well it's f**'em
f** the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** the South Bronx, n***a
Well it's f**'em
[Verse 2]
Tick Tick, bang bang it's nothing but a Compton thang
f** all you South Bronx n***as, you can't hang
With the rep of a n***a getting to the nitty gritty
Showing no mercy and saying "f** pity"
Because you silly sounding motherf**ers done ticked me off
And definitely gonna feel the wrath of my sawed off
Boom, boom, boom on hit and not one miss
Tim Dog you f**ed up when you tried to diss
The Hub city, where true gangsters dwell
In the underworld, straight living hell
Now we're coming out the cage and rage making front page
With Tweedy Loc's song "What's Really Going On"
Plus this one will get your heart pumpin' and thumpin'
f** the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
[Chours]
f** the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** the South Bronx, n***a
f** the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** the South Bronx, n***a
f** the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** the South Bronx, n***a [Come on!]
f** the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** the South Bronx, n***a
[Verse 3]
And when I prick ya like a stick real quick bang boom like a thrown brick
Had the bronx fiending for this Compton dick
Instead of striking on city walls, I'm searching Tim Dog
Stroking his mine before he f**ing with heart
That trickster never been in Compton and better not come
And KRS too you s**a, you ain't number one
Because we got the Tweedy Locster he's down with us
J-O-E- and A-Love they down with us
Hitman D and M-O-E, they down with us
Nini X and D Mark, they down with us
Ray Cannon, yeah, they down with us
Just letting you know you about to be some rust and dust
So hear me bust
Just tell me you Bronx s**a's the deal
You wanna step in the ring
You better call out the real punk
Your through stepped on with the Nikes shoes, by a true n***a from the west
Bang bang to your chest
But you ain't heard sh**, cause I ain't said nothing
But f** South Bronx
You mothaf**as can't touch Compton
[Verse 4]
f** the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** the South Bronx, n***a
Come on
f** the South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** the South Bronx, n***a
Well it's f** 'em
[Verse 5]
f** South Bronx, muthaf**a, this is Compton
The Hardest city, where b**hes get gunned down
Talking sh** like a b**h from a distance
Can lead to a long term muthaf**ing a**whooping
Ya'll fools talk sh** like your heaven sent
And ain't nothing, but some muthaf**ing hypocrites
f** with me and I'm gonna break it down like a stick
And drop ya a** like a muthaf**ing brick
See I'm the type n***a to take your a** for a ride
And leave you f**ed up strangled off in Riverside
I might be crazy, but my name ain't smitty
You can f** Eazy, but you can't f** my city
Now what ya think of that South motherf**ing Bronx
Hittman D is straight stuffing on chumps
And for the record I'ma still be stomping
f** South Bronx, this is Eastside Compton
[Chorus]
f** South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** South Bronx n***a
f** South Bronx n***a
This is Compton
f** South Bronx n***a
Well let's f** 'em
f** South Bronx n***a
This is Compton
f** South Bronx n***a
Come on
f** South Bronx n***a
This is Compton
f** South Bronx n***a
Well let's f** 'em
[Verse 6: Tweedy Bird Loc]
It's Tweedy Loc coming from the muthaf**ing Compton clique
So ya South Bronx b**hes listen to the hit
Say so long to D-Nice and KRS-One
They muthaf**ing preachers, but I creep for my gun
Ya'll start to whine like a goddamn s**a
Watch Boogie Down Blood flow out the f**ing gutter right where Tim Dog's at on a muthaf**ing stairway
Laying in a bodybag for f**ing with the dogcatcher
Bronx ain't sh** and if they wanna come
Well I will reign supreme over nearly everyone
Step to me, n***a and you best to be bulletproof
Because Tim Dog you a b**h and so is ya whole crew
Tweedy Bird Loc gotta have it like that
So close your eyes when I pull your f**ing skull back
I'm gonna f** you up in your own backyard
It'll be a murder one when I rip out the f**ing heart
I keep ya muthaf**as, because you met a lunatic
All ya f**ed up punks are full of sh**
So South Bronx muthaf**as need to learn something
'Cause ya b**h made a** n***as could never touch Compton
f** South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** South Bronx, n***a
C-c-come on
f** South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** South Bronx, n***a
Well let's f** 'em
f** South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** South Bronx, n***a
C-c-come on
f** South Bronx, n***a
This is Compton
f** South Bronx, n***a
Well let's f** 'em
Because we got a Tweedy Bird Loc, he's down with us
J-O-E- and A-Love we got down with us
Hit-Hitman D is down with us
Nini X and D Mark they down with us
Ray Cannon is down with us
Because we got a Tweedy Bird Loc, he's down with us
Be, be, because, be, be
Because we got a Tweedy Bird Loc, he's down with us