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Westside Connection: Potential Victims Lyrics

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Artist: Westside Connection
Song title: Potential Victims

Ice Cube, WC and Mack 10

The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer

Got 'em', look nigga, you fitted the scription

This is dedicated to potential victims

Because who's the fiction, ain't no fiction

Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission

[Ice Cube - Chorus]

To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz

To all my dark niggaz, I'm trying to spark niggaz

I want to shot niggaz, Not to mark niggaz

Fuck the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz


The hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga

Prosecuted from making your brain sweat nigga

And Crocker sense is the westside nickel

Were proud of you bitches of the back of the window, yeah

[Ice Cube]

From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson

They fucked up Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind

You don't have to be a Taliban to fill the per tarn

Don't walk the double-u, victims of the rare black and blue

[Mack 10]

I kicks in the door, waving a automatic

I'm mad as fuck, weaving hard as a asthmatic

Attitudes unpredictable, behaviour is boratic

Could snap at any time, and right now I ain't had it, bitch


Make no mistake about it, your life has just been threatened (echo)



I clock-ed the camera, fuckin up the camera was working the things

Like holding was drama dirtied my name

Mo money, mo drama, my nigga fuck the hype, flash the light

I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, c'mon

[Ice Cube]

You look hard, act hard, in the backyard

front yard, lunch card, but the nigga run hard

I run yards, punk guards, nigga so large

If I get caught, nigga no charge

[Mack 10]

Here come a westcoast gangsta means cagey and creases

Plus a pink slip nigga, you punks is leases

My wife bentley got peanut butter guts like Reece's

Blood peeled niggaz is red like endangered species, fucker


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 a small under surveillance

Bitch you know the side

World motherfucking wide



Too many lost

Too many lost

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