Whose The G

Yeah, I sit back and ask myself

A question, y'know what i'm sayin

Nigga who's the G

Is it him, 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 recognise

Whats infront of your eyes

Putting the mash down on these bustas in 9-5

Nigga, 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

Nigga I thought you knew

That I wasn't the o-n-e, been bangin

And givin 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

Cos I was poppin shots

At niggas on the next block

Mark ass niggas is kinda bad for my health

Next time you get a chance, ask yourself, nigga

[Chorus X4]

Who's the G, the K-N-O-double C, O-U-T

So keep askin, and i'mma keep blastin

Comin with that real

Ain't no fakin or shakin

Unlike these other punk motherfuckers perpatraitin

Like they dogs and hogs

And got the balls of a trojan

But they get outta Dodge

When they see me rollin

Up they street

Got the heat sittin on the front seat

Niggas peep the BG

And they begin to meet they fate

Gettin ghost, cos they know

That the gangsta be fucked with

Cos when it's time to ride

I'm tearing up shit

Makin hits like the mob

Quick to get the job done

A superb hoodlum

These thirds, like the good son

Come, come

Watch a nigga 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 nigga that kill

No i'm not from Illtown

But i'm down, with Naughty

Next time you get the chance

You better ask somebody

[Chorus X4]

I'm like Cube

I act the fool

When they tippin on the enemy

Homicide is my tendency

When i'm drunk of that henessy

Niggas be

All up on my set

Takin smack, all behind a niggas back

But they don't wanna scrap

In the street, toe to toe

Blow to blow, like some soldiers

Behanded

Nigga, and see whos standing when its over

You too thin to win

I'mma 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 nigga think he is'

I'm that nigga 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, nigga

I'm rollin thick

And my click, got my back

Alert, and my studio is ready to attack

And when you learn your lesson

Bout steppin in my direction

Take time out

And ask yourself one question

[Chorus till fade]