[Intro: Keith David]
Ice Cube, WC and Mack 10
The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer

[Refrain: Ice Cube]
Got 'em, look n***a, you fit the description
This is dedicated to potential victims
Because crucifixion ain't no fiction
Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
To all my white n***as, to all my light n***as
To all my dark n***as, I'm trying to spark n***as
I want to shark n***as, not to mark n***as
Fuck the park n***as, I want your heart n***as

[Verse 1: WC, Ice Cube, Mack 10]
The hood most honorable, carnage, Geronimo Pratt, n***a
Prosecuted for making your brain splat, n***a
And Crocker sense is the Westside nickel
Jim Brownin' you bitches off the back of a window, yeah
From O.J. to MJ and Michael Tyson
They fucked up Saddam like my n***a gangsta mind
You don't have to be a Taliban to feel the baton
Throw up the W, victims of the red, black and blue
I kicks in the door, waving a automatic
I'm mad as fuck, breathing hard as a asthmatic
Attitude's unpredictable, behavior's sporadic
Could snap at any time, and right now I done had it, bitch
[Interlude: Keith David]
Make no mistake about it, your life has just been threatened (*echo*)

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
To all my white n***as, to all my light n***as
To all my dark n***as, I'm trying to spark n***as
I want to shark n***as, not to mark n***as
Fuck the park n***as, I want your heart n***as

[Refrain: Ice Cube]
Got 'em, look n***a, you fit the description
This is dedicated to potential victims
Because crucifixion ain't no fiction
Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission

[Verse 2: WC, Ice Cube, Mack 10]
I'm cockin' the hammer, fuckin' up the camera, was workin' on things
Like Kobe they trying to throw dirt on my name
Mo' money, mo' drama, but n***a fuck the hype, flash the light
I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, c'mon
You look hard, act hard, in the backyard
Front yard, lunch card, but the n***a run hard
I run yards, punk guards, n***a so large
If I get caught, n***a no charge
Here come a West Coast gangsta in khakis and creases
Plus a pink slip n***a, you punks is leases
My white Bentley got peanut butter guts like Reese's
Blood-peeled n***as is red like an endangered species, fucker
[Interlude: Keith David, Ice Cube]
In his age of terror, fear is the killer
One thing remains constant
The Westside motherfucking Connection
You might as well keep it gangsta
They've got us all under surveillance
Bitch you know the side
World-motherfucking-wide

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
To all my white n***as, to all my light n***as
To all my dark n***as, I'm trying to spark n***as
I want to shark n***as, not to mark n***as
Fuck the park n***as, I want your heart n***as

[Outro: Ice Cube]
Too many lost
Too many lost