Potential Victims

I pledge allegiance to the rag

Of the United Westside Connection

And to the W, for which it stands

One neighborhood, under God

Invincible, with luxury and riches for all

Ice Cube, WC, and Mack 10

The gangsta, the killer, and the dope dealer

Got 'em, look, ****, you fit the description

This is dedicated to potential victims

'Cause crucifixion ain't no fiction

Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission

To all my white ****, to all my light ****

To all my dark ****, I'm tryna spark ****

I want to shark ****, not to mark ****

Fuck the park ****, I want your heart, ****

The hood, most honorable, carnage, Geronimo, prank, ****

Prosecuted for making your brain splat, ****

And Crocker sense is the Westside nickel

Jim brownin' you bitches off the back of a window, yeah

From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson

They fucked up Saddam like my **** gangsta mind

You don't have to be a Taliban to feel the baton

Throw up the W, victims of the red, black and blue

I kicks in the door, waving an automatic

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

Attitudes unpredictable, behavior is sporatic

Could snap at any time, and right now I done had it, bitch

Make no mistake about it

Your life has just been threatened

To all my white ****, to all my light ****

To all my dark ****, I'm tryna spark ****

I want to shark ****, not to mark ****

Fuck the park ****, I want your heart, ****

Got 'em, look, ****, you fit the description

This is dedicated to potential victims

'Cause crucifixion ain't no fiction

Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission

I'm cockin' the hammer, fuckin' up

The camera was workin' on things

Like Kobe, they tryna throw dirt on my name

More money, more drama

But ****, 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 **** run hard

I run yards, punk guards, **** so large

If I get caught, ****, no charge

Here come a West Coast gangsta in khakis and creases

Plus a pink slip, ****, you pinks is leasees

My white Bentley got peanut butter guts like Reese's

Blood peeled **** is red like an endangered species, fucker

In this age of terror, fear is the killer

One thing remains constant

The Weside motherfuckin' Connection

You might as well keep it gangsta

They got us all under surveillance

Bitch, you know the side

World motherfuckin' wide

To all my white ****, to all my light ****

To all my dark ****, I'm tryna spark ****

I want to shark ****, not to mark ****

Fuck the park ****, I want your heart, ****

Too many lost

Too many lost