You can run but you can't hide from the westside
night stalker, shit talker, run and tell them Mr L.M.
nigga with the gat and i'm back
off the everyday prey that I slay
rolling with the fo' chase ya through South-Central
monkey-wrench ho's should know that, she'll get the balzac
cause i'm not staving, but fuck that
Johnny Carson ho' never had me on the Late Night Show
coming with the shit that'll hitch
steady mobbing cause the flavours good
there goes the neighbourhood nigga with the third album
how come he don't fall off?
rolling with the sawed-off gauge
turn the page of the chapter, caught up in the rapture
but you know Anita, she can get the Pita
eat 'em up yum, and your flawed
mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor
here comes the Predator.

Check your head for the new style
fuck Lawerence Powell and Presino, Wynd and Koon
pretty soon we'll fuck them like they fucked us and won't kiss 'em
riots ain't nothing but dodge for the system
fighting with the beast, no justice, no peace
if any, even if we fuck up Denny
niggaz are sick of your white mans tricks with no treat
thats right, now it's on, on sight
you call me a Muslim, no i'm not a resident, still got my vote in
Farrakhan for president, a white America, i'm tearing ya
a new ass ho', who's the nigga with the new black
strolling to your suburb house and I douse with gas
now who's cleaning up trash?
eat 'em up yum, and your flawed
mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor
here comes the Predator.

get my black rag showing and i'm
kiss my grips like or Mel's Diner
i'm meaner than a mutha-fucking Hyena, chasing Antelope
put a chrome to your dome, watch it bust like a Cantelope
I can't stand a rope, so don't try to hang 'em
talk about dog's, boy I can sling 'em
ratta-tat-tat on your noggin
cause Ice will cream your ass like chocolate
I get crazy when I catch a rap
even be flipping the toungue like Das-Efx
so who is Ice Cube?
i'm a rapper, actor, macker
got a little problem with the redneck cracka
get the polly, whack her is a devil shit-packer
coming with a crazy pitch
and the statue of Liberty ain't nothing but a lazy bitch
don't wanna give up the crack to the black
but you call it racial, if we go and break the ho'
but eat 'em up yum and your flawed
mutha-fuck Billboard and the editor
here comes the Predator

10 Million Ways

Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me
Just knock at the door I'll grant your wish like a genie
Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made
Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade
Never tried it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters
Stickem up for Honda scooters
Never was a schollar make you throw yo hands and holla
Wolla went to Jr. high slangin' joints fo a dollar
Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags
Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags
Down with the G's so them niggas never serve me
Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey
Painter pants cuffed so I fixit on my biscuits
Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it twisted
It's that niggarunnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow
And everywhere I go it's a must I keep it ghetto

CHORUS:
Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars
Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways (2x)

Choose one
1 2 3 4 hit it! (2x)

24/7 on a 211 fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty
From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight
Map out the lick right so that I hit right
I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack
Can't hack this monkey on my back
So I shot it now you plot it I got it
Exotic to erotic money ho's to narcotics
No preachin' knowledge of self or religion
I'm too busy raisin' pitbulls and pigeons
Put the hustle down steady for the summer
I'm ready way tighter got two birds and a rider
But I'm out fo mo nigga can't get enough doe
Place my hands on the fo fo
Arm robbery is my hoby
So I gotta sickum then lickum
Now who's my next victim

Got the plak in the back straight ragtop
Peepin' the scene with the gangsta lean
Super clean in and out make you weak at the knees
I watch fo the theives on my hunt spoke D's
Stereo type foe life from the streets where the palms trees sway
And the money parlay
Fo block niggas got the hoes like sewed up
Bitches on my nuts every since I first showed up
BG nigga with my though skins hangin'
Tryin to look like my big homies that was bangin
Slangin like 90 goin north with the cavey
Twistin through the hood in a 83 caddy
Coupe Deville I packs my big still
Cause it's sittin on white ones with the two way tight ones
And as I floss I keeps my nina Ross
Cocked with the clipin to catch a nigga slippin'