作曲 : Blake
 作词 : Blake
rap: Now let's get down to business
bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all just
keep on trying to diss this
Nigga that you know that's
been down for years
I've clowned for years
and y'all could never fade my peers
One two three four five
six seven nine
ten
Eiht you can't win
'Cause all the way around
nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that
can't even get no props
in your set
Tragniew Park you say huh
Wanna be ripping
but now it's time to do
some set tripping
So listen close
'cause I don't want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it
down for this bitch
check it
Acacia
Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
West side trees spraying all the fleas
that's from the three and
four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at
that center divider
Now Aaron Tyler
tell my why you seem so tame
When I caught you at the airport
shaking like a crap game
You looked up and you seen
my niggaz coming
And you looked like your bitch
ass was 'bout to start running
But all I wanted to do
was kick a little conversation
And see if we can fix
this little situation
But would I f*k you up was
what you wondered
Yeah
that's probably why you changed
your little pager number
But bitches like you don't grow
You can't even look me in my eye
let alone go toe to toe
And calling me skinny
youse a clown
I'ma call you Theo
'cause you weigh ninety-two
point three pounds
Wack ass actor
movie script killer
Fool don't you know
Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho
boy you oughta quit
Your records don't hit
and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down
you Compton clown
And get off of the nuts
of the niggaz with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees
I'm down with Death Row
I'm down with Black Tone
and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths
and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfucking
ass to the moon
You need to quit banging
under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars
it don't make sense
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: So don't kill game
let the pimping commence
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: So don't kill game
let the people
commence
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: So don't kill game
let the pimping commence
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: Because you gotta give it up
to the crown prince
Now I'ma swing it to the right and
right into the left hand
Take a deep breath and
cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P
or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business
to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever
well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand
that there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
With no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floating in my Lex and
depositing fat checks and
Getting mad sex while I floss the NSX and
Doing what I wanna
and youse a goner nigga
you can catch me
slipping on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house
and Quik is in the hood
Sipping yak with all my
niggaz 'cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it till you try it
'cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But he's still walking round
with my nuts in his pocket
So put tha P in it represent
and sip that Miller
And for those of y'all concerned
this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off
my scrotum little pest
If it don't make dollars nigga
you know the rest
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: So don't kill game
let the pimping commence
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: So don't kill game
let the people
commence
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: So don't kill game
let the pimping commence
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: Because you gotta
give it up to the crown prince
Now I done sold my
fucking soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass
niggaz keep on riding the dick
You oughta know that DJ
Quik ain't your average
Everyday motherfucker
slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now
I never had my dick
sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first
you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me
just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some
piss in your face
You fucking coward
trembling like a nervous wreck
'Cause when I caught your ass
you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence
you left expedient
You ain't no fucking killer
youse a comedian
beyotch
Tell me why you act so scary
Giving your set a bad name
wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T
now should I continue
Yeah you left out the
G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you
was rolling on the West side
And a little brown bucket
pulled up on your side
Caught at that light in your
Camry in the midst of a
Real killer
tell me did you feel a little nervous
You was in the shadow of
death with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest
whatchu gon' do
where was your
Niggaz that kill at you
ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holding up your hands
and begging for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to
get to dumping on yo' ass
'Cause this game you think
is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more
careful who you fucking wit
beyotch
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: So don't kill game
let the pimping commence
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: I'm through playing
with your punk ass
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: So don't kill game
let the pimping commence
If it don't make dollars
it don't make sense
rap: Because you gotta give it
up to the crown prince
Shouts goes out
to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru
they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here
on these Compton streets
It's bigger than they can
imagine to the whole entire
Death Row family both sides
whassup niggaz
And my nigga Big Suge
known for keeping shit popping
To my nigga Big J
my little nigga Hi-C
little straight G
And that little singing
ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand
y'all can't fade this
I'm the first nigga that was
Banging on Wax
Yeah if you remember
nineteen eighty-seven
underground tapes
And it don't stop
and it won't stop