I pledge allegiance to the rag
Of the United Westside Connection
And took a W for which it stands
One neighborhood, under [Incomprehensible]
Invincible with luxuries [Incomprehensible]

Ice Cube, WCE and Mack 10
The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer

Got 'em, look *****, you fit the description
This is dedicated to potential victims
'Coz who's the fiction, ain't no fiction
Too much *****ing, get your *** beat into submission

To all my white *****z, to all my light *****z
To all my dark *****z, I'm tryin' to spark *****z
I want to shot *****z, not to mark *****z
***k the park *****z, I want your heart *****z

The 'hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep *****
Prosecuted from making your brain sweat, *****
And Crocker sense is the Westside nickel
We're proud of you *****es of the backward window, yeah

From Mo Jay, to MJ and Michael Tyson
They ***ked up Saddam like my ***** 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

I kick's in the door, wavin' a automatic
I'm mad as ***k, breathin' hard as a asthmatic
At***ude's unpredictable, behavior is boratic
Could snap at any time, and right now, I ain't had it, *****

Make no mistake about it
Your life has just been threatened
Threatened, threatened, threatened

To all my white *****z, to all my light *****z
To all my dark *****z, I'm tryin' to spark *****z
I want to shot *****z, not to mark *****z
***k the park *****z, I want your heart *****z

Got 'em, look *****, you fit the description
This is dedicated to potential victims
Because who's the fiction, ain't no fiction
Too much *****ing, get your *** beat into submission

I clocked the camera, ***kin' up the camera, was working the things
Like holdin' was drama, dirt up my name
Mo money, mo drama, my ***** ***k the hype, flash the light
I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, come on

You look hard, act hard, in the backyard
Front yard, lunch card, but the ***** run hard
I run yards, punk guards, ***** so large
If I get caught, ***** no charge

Here come a westcoast gangsta in cagey and creases
Plus a pink slip *****, you punks is leases
My wife, Bentley got peanut butter guts like Reece's
Blood peeled *****z is red like endangered species, ***ker

In his age of terror, fear is the killer
One thing remains constant
The Westside mother***king Connection

You might as well keep it gangsta
They've got us all under surveillance

*****, you know the side
World mother***king wide

To all my white *****z, to all my light *****z
To all my dark *****z, I'm tryin' to spark *****z
I want to shot *****z, not to mark *****z
***k the park *****z, I want your heart *****z

Too many lost
Too many lost