[Intro: Cold 187Um]
1995 and Compton's still up in this motherfucker
Yeah, this album's dedicated to all you real n***as
But most of all it's dedicated to you bitch ass n***as

[Verse 1]
Who is it? The bitch made n***a killa
I'm swingin' on n***as ever time I feel 'em
Cause n***as walkin' 'round with their ass out
So I'll be droppin' funky shit till they pass out
These bitch made n***as swingin' on the dick
Back the fuck up before I have a fit
I'm peelin' n***as caps, makin' gang of snaps
Be true to this shit with hard motherfuckin' raps
187 bitch slappin' on the track
Makin' fools break theyself like as if it was a jack
Keep a big stick just incase I gotta swing
The heater is the mack, stashed at the shack
So while your rollin Danas in your force mobile
Just remember motherfuckers the shit caps I peel
N***as just a piece of cheese for a hood rat
Falsin' for a hooker and I never understood that
Cause it's the same old shit everyday and every night
Cause n***a Ren won't put it down if the shit ain't tight
So listen to the funk as I deal a
Blow to a bitch made n***a, I'm the bitch made n***a killa