Here we go, turn it up, let's start From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe We can have peace someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin down the barrel of my nine, get up Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block better stay strapped, black And accept no substitutes I bring truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up! Tell my young black males, blaze up! Life's a mess don't stress, test I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed Much love to my brothers in the pen See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in Once again it's an all out scrap Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya Scream, if ya feel me; see it clearly? You're too near me, Holla if ya hear me! Pump ya fists like this Holla if ya hear me - PUMP PUMP if you're pissed To the sell-outs, livin it up One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh I guess cause I'm black born I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on But it's time for a new plan, BAM! I'll be swingin like a one man, clan Here we go, turn it up, don't stop To my homies on the block gettin dropped by cops I'm still around for ya Keepin my sound underground for ya And I'ma throw a change up Quayle, like you never brought my name up Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets They fell me when they rollin in they fat jeeps This ain't just a rap song, a black song Tellin all my brothers, get they strap on And look for me in the struggle Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble, Holla if ya hear me! Will I quit, will I quit? They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep representin, never give up, on a good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing And now I'm like a major threat Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget Bring the noise, to all my boyz Know the real from the bustas and the decoys And if ya hustle like a real G Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me Learn to survive in the nine-tre' I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay Whatever it takes to live and stand Cause nobody else'll give a damn So we live like caged beasts Waitin for the day to let the rage free Still me, till they kill me I love it when they fear me, Holla if ya hear me!