Not Knowin’ How to Act

[Chorus]
Not knowin' how to act, not knowin' how to act
Niggas from Compton puttin' fools on they back
Not knowin' how to act, fuck around and get jacked
Niggas from Compton puttin' fools on they back

[Verse 1]
That crazy motherfucker Cuicide from the westside
Leave a shitty mess when a nigga do a homicide
Dedicated to the game that I'm living in
And every day it's a risk to the fucking pen
No other choice, so a nigga choose to gangbang
Got to make my ends meet, so I'm in the dope game
Fuck, damn, it's rolling slow
So I grab my gat and now I'm jacking for dough
Inches coming fast and no witness where I'm blasting ya
Straight from Compton, that evilest assassin
Not giving a fuck, not giving a fuck when I'm booking ya
Nine double M, what I put in ya
Splitting heads apart from ya punk marks
Coming out the cut when I'm creeping through the dark
No it ain't shit, put bustas on they back
'Cause them niggas in Compton, loc? Not knowin' how to act

[Chorus]
Not knowin' how to act, not knowin' how to act
Niggas from Compton puttin' fools on they back
Not knowin' how to act, fuck around and get jacked
Niggas from Compton puttin' fools on they back

[Verse 2]
A everyday life was a jack move
Roll up to the spot, hit the scene, yep, it looks cool
So park the Jeep at the back entrance
According to the Cuicide, watch me handle biz'
Walk in the place with the .44 [?]
Slapping fools across they head, ain't no fuckin' love
From a nigga from the streets, loc
And my hustle to survive, jack or either sell dope
Can't be broke like the next man
So the fucking mental case is plottin' up a plan
And I'm only talking come up
To any buster in the game, got some beef? Run the fuck up
And get blasted with this AK
From that crazy motherfucker that could surely bring a bad day
Doing fools by squeezing the trigger
It's the Mister-Mister Cuicide, nigga

[Chorus]
Not knowin' how to act, not knowin' how to act
Niggas from Compton puttin' fools on they back
Not knowin' how to act, fuck around and get jacked
Niggas from Compton puttin' fools on they back

[Verse 3]
Life in my city, grew up be a thug
Catch somebody slipping, 211, do a mug
In motherfucking progress, put it right through your chest
Should have worn a vest, now yo' ass is put to rest
Smoked by a psychopath, [?] by a second glance
Motherfuckers just won't learn, don't [?] in, get that ass burned
Compton madness, nigga, from the west side of Compton
Where bustas get they ass whooped, pretending that they stompin'
Don't get caught up, nigga, in a jack by a lunatic
Crazy motherfuckers do the most of the crazy shit
Mister Cuicide in the house for the '95
Tossing up a 40 oz., smoking on that indo'
Slapping all you buster ass niggas up in your face
A motherfucker that's wound up to catch a case
Blasting fools, doing fools
Puttin' niggas on they back, nigga

[Chorus]
Not knowin' how to act, not knowin' how to act
Niggas from Compton puttin' fools on they back
Not knowin' how to act, fuck around and get jacked
Niggas from Compton puttin' fools on they back
Not knowin' how to act, not knowin' how to act
Niggas from Compton puttin' fools on they back
Not knowin' how to act, fuck around and get jacked
Niggas from Compton puttin' fools on they back

[Outro]
Yeah, nigga
Mister Cuicide from the west side, you know what I'm sayin'?
Puttin' it down with that funky shit, laid by the bone
[?] X-Con in the motherfuckin' house, The Dope Fiends
Put the [?] on the motherfucking board, nigga
Yeah, much love to the county [?]
Hah, yeah, and I'm out