Sin Loc - South Bronx Can't Touch Compton lyrics

[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