If It’s On Let It Happen

[Verse 1: Cixx Pac]
Separating the bustas from the G’s and the loc’s
Steady frontin' and flossin', you get a gauge to your throat
Perpetrating like you hard, tryna get them stripes
But if you try to hard I might take your life
C I’m a nigga well known throughout the city of Tombstone, Cixx Pac is bacc taking two to the dome
You wanna test your luck, call me a studio gangsta
Say it my face best believe I’mma shank ya
Bangin' on Wax ain’t jack when it comes to the real
You set trip on Cixx Pac and wait to get your wig split
Now as I chase ya down with chainsaw
Cixx Pac is back with killas you ain’t never saw
Cuttin' and cuttin' like Jason, but wait a minute
Oughta wrap the body so they know I did it
You can’t cope when you next in the rope, for the lynchin'
A skill to kill another dead invention
Drag the dead body it’s to big to carry
And it took’ em 10 years to find out where he’s buried, GANGSTA

[Verse 2: Green Eyez]
Green Eyez I’m that gangsta-ass muthafucka
You heard me on Bangin' on Wax, well now I’m bangin' your hood rat
'Cause see I’m a nigga that gives a fuck about no one
Except my bitch and ya I love that trick
I never cheats on my bitch, cause my bitch is my gat
And that muthafuckin' hoe gon' always have my back
And that’s a fact that’s why Green Eyez stays packed
For any muthafucka out there tryna test my nut sacks
So don’t get it twisted nigga 'cause I’m lightskin
With green eyes, some hair, and I got some ends
'Cause I’ll buck yo' punk ass in a minute
And as for your trampy-ass bitch, nigga I was already up in it
Hitting the kizzock, I’m back in the blizzock
Servin these rizzocks and stacking the nizzock
And I gotta say what’s up to the niggas
Who came together for the shit
Green Eyez is out for the Bloods and Crips

[Verse 3: B.G. AWOL]
You can call me Lucifer Duece, see 'cause I’m killing some shit
Drop top at your church with a .30-06
So when you C triple six and the rifle
You praying like fuck 'cause I’m the Devil's deciple
Fuck it, forgive me, don’t say it won’t happen again
God fucked up so now Satan is locked in
I’d rather fuck me a bitch than go to church
But, I C the nigga keep tellin' to pull my pants up
What your missin' is a life getting took
'Cause too many niggas tryna fit in the Guinness Book
I gaffled so many niggas and bitches and tricks
So much shit that it that it just might not fit
Kill me once and I still come back again
Reincarnated as a nigga with a MAC-10!

[Verse 4: Lil' Hawk]
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah nigga it’s me
It’s that nigga from the hood Lil' Hawk Y.G
I'm 'bout to flow it like I know it, smooth fucked up shit
Like I told you once before I got to clock my grip
Trip the grip that I clock
Niggas from the 'Lane that I slang on the block every muthafuckin' day
Dimes, dubs, comin' back to back
Going sack for sack to keep my pockets on fat
This ain’t no Boyz in the Hood or no punk ass Colors
I ain’t Bangin' on Wax, you got it twisted muthafucka
It’s just business, so I gots to handle it
Comin' from the land of the muthafuckin skanless
Don’t fuck with me, then I won’t fuck with you
But if you do nigga that’s on my hood that ass is through
And it don’t matter where you from on this hoo bang
Crip or Blood niggas it's just a respect thang
(Straight gangsta nigga, Woop Woop, hahaha)

[Verse 5: Big Freeze]
With a AK-47, they label me dead-ly
More hazardous to a niggas health in HIV
C I’m the destructa, doomsday bringer
Ruler of the underground Grand Dragon hanger
Gangbanger so they label me a walking threat
'Cause I say, fuck the world and I bang for my set
C I only fuck with playas, hustlas
Killas get that bullshit up outta here
'Cause these bitches don't wanna this Killa C
Recognize killas by the look in they eye
The look that say, I ain’t scared to kill and I ain’t scared to die
I’m the enemy, to the ones who’s fuckin' with me
Tryna lock me up and give me life in the penitentiary
A product of the hood, with my chase from the police
And I won’t stop killing 'til you clams? be restin' in peace
Put you in a casket, 'cause a nigga blasted
Words from a gangsta, fuck yo' mama, die bastard!

[Verse 6: Lil Laniak II]
Now I’m the bangin' and dangerous
Young gangsta the Lil' Laniak Deuce
Hoes in my crew, we drinkin' brew and we strapped too
Fools got problems got beef with me or my homies
Finished or not finished you get cracked with this .40
Don’t even have to use the strap, we can scrap like Bulldogs
You know I'm standin' probably tall, breakin' jaws
So fuck all of y’all, who ain’t down with this thang
I'm puttin' pistols to the temples to blowin' out brains
Punk, niggas I hate, I got a mental vendetta
Ya I remember all my homies show me my .45 Beretta
And instead of me sayin' say hello, to my little friend
Listen to the shots of the Glock as your life ends
Don’t begin to start cryin', nigga, ain’t no need to start tryin'
Talk me outta killing your ass, 'cause your punk ass is dyin'
And I’m not lyin', you’ll be flat-lined, decayin' and breathless
In order you felt this from fire to the chest
So don’t mess with me, 'cause I’m gettin' tired of sayin' that
It’s that Y.G. Gangsta Lil' Laniak (Woop Woop!)

[Verse 7: Troll Loc]
Now growin' up in Compton for me was kinda shady
My G’s was my daddy so I guess them niggas made me
'Cause while it sounds gangsta that I grew in the day
I seen a lot of shit, but it’s too horrible to say
C from the age of 9, my O.G.’s was my role model
Rookie in the game and they showed me all the rules to follow
Told me never slip, keep a grip, and a fly bitch, and if a nigga trip
Get in his shit and always stay a Crip!
Mom saw it comin', kept me in the house and boarded me in
But it was too damn late 'cause I was already quoted in
Lost to the streets so I guess I have no future
Wanted to be, like my G’s 'cause them niggas they was shooters
Kelly Park took the place of the people I call family
Mom tried to save me but she knew she couldn’t handle me
'Cause I was fascinated and that’s I want to be
Turned out by my G’s just a young LOC

[Verse 8: Evil Bat a.k.a Batman]
Blood in my hood where I’m from you got to be a lunatic
Fucking with the wrong nigga you get smoked quick
But that ain’t the point, the point is this
You do a drive by punk, you better not miss
I'm causin' ?, he 'cause up ?, to go get the gat
Some niggas rolled on me, so you know I’m rolling back
I’m taking niggas for war, like never before
I destroy muthafuckas so I blew up a liquor store
15 fools got blown away
I thank the Devil for servin' another ruthless day

[Verse 9: Big Bun a.k.a. Rider J]
'Cause I’m your big, your bad, your everyday fad
The role of a gangsta, a model star rat
I’m raging against, delirious things because they're stupid
They love to play games
They want, they taunt, they put up a front
But outta my face ya useless cunt
You're jocking my dick, you got some nerve
'Cause you're broke and to the curb
Except for what’s in your drawers
The little ol' monkey is your only flaws
Junior hitting switches up and down
A 6-4 rag plushed out with sound
Buying clothes at the local swap meet
T-shirt, shoes, and FUCK Eazy-E!
Saggin' through the hood 'cause it’s on at night
I'm drinkin' 8-Ball, smokin' bud that’s right
And now I’m vaguely high
Trippin' on some bitches, for what and why
I wanna fuck a bitch anyone who’s right
To have it like a rabbit 'cause it’s on tonight

[Verse 10: Evil Bat a.k.a. Batman]
Another execution, police is the victims
Niggas bustin' back so punk police come and get some
And I don’t give a fuck about a muthafuckin' sergeant
Police always lie, that’s why they die, they got me started