Yeah, I sit back and ask myself a question

Y'know what I'm saying?

****, who's the G?

Is it him, is it him, is it me, is it me?

Who's the G, is it him, him or me

I can tell you blind to the facts so you can not see

But you better recognize what's in front of your eyes

Putting the mash down on these bustas in 9-5

****, Compton style, how you like me now

If you can't fade these bustas, then you better run the town

You thinks, when I was raised I was never taught to fight fair

Blew up and grew up to be your worst nightmare

**** I thought you knew that I wasn't the o-n-e

Been banging and giving up the hood since 83

Did my first drive by, when I was only 8

And when I turned 9, got in my first high speed chase

In the blew out rock, I had the cops on my jock

Cause I was popping shots at **** on the next block

Mark ass **** is kinda bad for my health

Next time you get a chance, ask yourself, ****

****, who's the G?

The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T

So keep asking and I'mma keep blasting

Who's the G?

The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T

So keep asking and I'mma keep blasting

Who's the G?

The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T

So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting

****, who's the G?

The K-N-O-double C, O-U-T

So keep asking, and I'mma keep blasting

Coming with that real, ain't no faking or shaking

Unlike these other punk motherfuckers perpetrating

Like they dogs and hogs and got the balls of a Trojan

But they get outta dodge when they see me rolling

Up they street got the heat sitting on the front seat

**** peep the B.G. and they begin to meet they fate

Getting ghost, cause they know that the gangsta be fucked with

Cause when it's time to ride, I'm tearing up shit

Making hits like the mob, quick to get the job done

A superb hoodlum, these thirds, like the good son

Come, come, watch a **** get done, diddy, done

I told you, that you can't get none, you silly bum

Stay down, you can't deal with the real so chill

Take a look into the eyes of a **** that kill

No I'm not from Illtown but I'm down, with Nutty

Next time you get the chance, you better ask somebody

I'm like Cube, I act the foolwhen they tipping on the enemy

Homicide is my tendency when I'm drunk of that Hennessy

**** be all up on my set talking smack

All behind a **** back but they don't wanna scrap

In the street, toe to toe, blow to blow, like some soldiers

Barehanded **** and see who's standing when it's over

You too thin to win, I'm a check that chin

When I'm finished, you ain't never try to step again

Or even try to come near the gangsta Mack of the year

'Who this **** think he is,' I'm that **** who you fear

Beware of a loc who ain't takin no shit

And if you don't wanna get with you, you better stay of my dick

****, I'm rolling thick and my click, got my back

Alert and on duty always ready to attack

And when you learn your lesson about stepping in my direction

Take time out and ask yourself one question