[00:00.12]"Shit! Rick!
[00:02.22]C'mon man! "
[00:36.32]"Ricky! "
[00:38.82]
[00:52.75]"Help me! Help me! Somebody, help me! "
[00:56.05]"Ricky, Ricky! "
[00:58.98]"Ricky! "
[01:01.27]Blood of a slave, heart of a giant
[01:04.58]Had to leave Aftermath, Dre said I was too defiant
[01:07.27]That was five years ago, look how fast it go
[01:10.49]Destroyin' Interscope, shot myself like Plaxico
[01:13.18]But **** that, blaze one, where the matches yo?
[01:16.36]Hit the freeway and see how fast the Aston go
[01:19.36]Roll the window down, clip off the ashes so
[01:22.02]You can see all my diamonds and how much cash I blow
[01:24.57]How many bitches I ****, how many cars I drive
[01:27.88]How many goons I got, count 'em and they all outside
[01:30.82]Niggas try to shut me up like Malcom
[01:32.69]
[01:33.44]But standin' in the window caine smoking was the outcome
[01:36.25]Sometimes I get a little stressed and pop a Valium
[01:39.32]Hit Hollywood late night and knock down a stallion
[01:42.06]So niggas think twice about my medallion or
[01:44.50]You'll hear Cuba Gooding yelling "Ricky! "
[01:47.00]My nostalgia is one hundred percent Compton and zero percent snitch
[01:50.61]Park a Bentley and the Phantom on blocks while I use the bitch
[01:53.54]Made the Cincinnati fitted more famous than Griffey did
[01:56.59]And just to think, several years ago they tried to split his wig
[01:59.22]Two to the chest, struck his heart, one hit his rib
[02:02.51]Then I blacked out, like a movie, all I could hear...
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[02:10.41]Feelin' all ****ed up, woke up to a doctor
[02:12.53]All I could think about, was that the cops took my weed and my choppers
[02:16.71]They want me to sing, like Sinatra, I told the detective
[02:20.09]Get this clear like Belvedere vodka
[02:22.57]Them five shots created a monster
[02:25.25]Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton
[02:27.50]I seen Boyz in the Hood, Morris Chestnut was a actor
[02:30.48]2Pac was the real life "Ricky! "
[02:33.60]Then they shot down the nigga that shot him, I swear to God
[02:36.47]If I'm lying then Compton is New York and I'm Rakim
[02:39.84]I'm from where niggas get murdered over stock rims
[02:42.99]And punched in the jaw just for a cocked brim
[02:45.87]Nobody mama let the cops in, we ain't got no options
[02:49.42]Wanted to be a boxer, but I was boxed in
[02:51.80]Then my grandmother house went up for auction
[02:54.17]And that's what killed her, I'm goin' back to buy the block then
[02:57.55]Too many niggas locked in, dig up Cochran and defend all my niggas
[03:01.49]With they faith under stockings, rather face God then 25 with no options
[03:06.11]If Compton ain't the murder capital, we in the top ten
[03:08.86]Drive by with our face painted, like a clown
[03:11.67]With a tre-pound, forty shells bouncin' off the ground
[03:14.42]This how my living room sound, when my brother got shot down...