[Intro]
Yo big Chuck this one of them bangers man

[Verse 1]
Fresh out the drop Chuck Taylors hit the street crackin' the ground
There he go with the crack and the pound
I'm right here ain't no backin me down
Hands on the hot hood, Compton sheriffs pack me down
They wanna know about the tattoo tear
If I know 50, and why them guns blow like Lionel Richie
If my nine get itchy, somebody gotta pass away
Like that bitch n***a that killed Jam Master Jay
You don't like it, you can come get my ass today
I'll be waitin with a vest, ski mask and K
N***as left me for dead back In the day
I found out It was a hard knock life without askin' Jay
It's a hard knock life then you pass away
Rest in peace to Mausberg, pour out a glass of 'Zay
This for all my n***as in Compton killin'
Give me 5 years n***a I'm bringin' Compton millions

[Chorus]
Well I come from Murderville
Where them gangsta's and hustlers live
Little kids out on the block
Hollow points and Harlem rocks
Don't seem like it's gonna change
Look In my eyes you can feel my pain
It's a war out on them blocks
Duck down when you hear them shots
[Verse 2]
Back in the building, back to the war
By that Jackie Robinson mural I used to sell crack by that wall
Hoppin' fences with the crack in my drawers
I got bitches that'll hit the penitentiary
Stuff the crack in they walls, pause
Take off the jewels and the bandanas
Let me holler at my n***a Jim Jones and Santana
Thanks for representin', but when tecs is spittin'
One shot, spin around the block I think we left a witness
I'm from the coast where props are never given
Fuck rap, I start makin' wooden boxes for a living, n***a
They call me Sergeant Slaughter 'cause the sergeants on them
S. Carters, Von Dutch's and a quarter water
I know Jesus but he don't walk accross no water
I call him Je-sus he get that chalk accross the border
Off that Grey Goose I put that chalk around your daughter
But I got patients and I'm just what the doctor ordered

[Chorus]
Well I come from Murderville
Where them gangsta's and hustlers live
Little kids out on the block
Hollow points and Harlem rocks
Don't seem like it's gonna change
Look In my eyes you can feel my pain
It's a war out on them blocks
Duck down when you hear them shots