3/26/2005: 10 Year Anniversary

Its time to put some niggaz in check.
When you shoot a gun, hot shells eject.
Catch 'em, they get used as evidence.
Only when they get brushed for finger prints.
You ask, "Why am I like this?"
Cuz you wanna hear about shit like this!
So I tell it, how I know it.
Just hope the fuck I dont show it!
Niggaz out front, lottering and looting.
Let's recreate a drive by shooting!
More brothers in a car blocks away, waiting to spray.
Shotgun, Mack 10, and an AK.
They roll thru to a line of niggas.
It was nine just like tha fuck they figured.
Go around tha corner come back real slow.
Lights off, cars in neutral, rolln at a snail's pace, and creepin.
Hoping to catch all of them sleepin.
A so called gang, drugs and sex.
Start busting a cap and all tha others jet!
3 of'em fall, to their doom.
Pronounced dead at the scene, with gun shot wounds.
Three dead.
'Cause Compton, is scanless.
I'd like to tell you, brother: Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.