(Cube) Ha,Ha,Ha That's right nigga Southwest connection (straight up) Servin' more than peanuts bitch Niggas tryin' to stay rich
(Mike) How many ways...can a killa get paid?
(Mike) How many niggas want a gansta boogie I see the junkie in your eyes What do you see me when you see me A G in disguise Been hypmotized since '85 with gansta shit All you niggas get live and represent my click Got bits and pieces on my mind commin' together like lettuce Dear God protect us, cause we're mobbin' like Good Fellas Alias Carlion, maybe the war is on Prone to let my daughter live rich before she's grown If I murdered Capone, would you consider me a villain Chillin' with millionares, ex-killers, and set-trippers My murderous complex begin to hit 'cha Slip ya worse than New Jersey Drive niggas Cause I'm in a Rush to bust straps like mack-10's When I'm strapped in A '95 Impala Breakin' like Vegas for my dolla While I'm commin' like a hundred miles and gunnin' who gonna test The southwests connect when it ain't shit you possess Yes we got the endo Splurgin' in Benzo Turnin' virgins to nymphos Look what 'cha in fo A 'G that's gonna let his khakis sag Mr. Mike and Ice Cube, franch braids and rags Byatch
(Chorus)X2 How many wicked wayz, can a gansta' get his pays When he's trapped in a maze (Cube) I represent the phrase that says crime pays Bitches can we fuck, niggas' can we blaze
(Cube) I treat bitches like puppies I got a plate full of guppies Appropriate dish for the big fish Niggas' rich They have my straps Women with gaps Now they want to' sit in my laps and listen to raps But no Heard a nigga' tight named Mr. Mike Had to catch a flight, its only right Stepped of the plane, Mean Green and Tony Draper Killa was the caper Lets make some paper
(Mike) See we can't get enough of this gansta' shit Sick as leukemia for weed in my gansta' click Lets take riches Witness two niggas' dome in the killa' zone Bring your killa' chrome Cause we headed to the terror dome Some niggas' never make it home As long as you got your front I got your back, its on like that And like this Let the weed blow, cause all you G's know Who got the wickedess flow The criminiminals
(Chorus)X2 (Cube) Say What Niggas' want to' short my cuts Say what Niggas' want to' check my nuts How you sound Ganstas' make the world go 'round Guppies bow down I'm with some killas' from H-town Chase his ass down to Atlanta, GA Find out where he stay Locate my gate Catch him in the hall Make his ass call And then I want ya'll to kill cousin's and all (Ha,Ha,Ha) They won't believe all the heat I bring From Palm Springs Niggas in line to catch the ring Of the dyin' Keepin' it calm, so talk slow Cause you'll never know When I'm ready to blow I'm a pro of the lifestyle of the Bloods and Crips Make a lot of cookies filled with chocolate chips The Westsides always been down with the South With Suave mother fuckin' House