Let A b*tch Know lyrics

[Intro: Compton Menace]
East side M.E.N.A.C.E
Now look
There's two types of b*tches
You got a b*tch and a b*tch ass n*gga
Sometimes a b*tch is more harder than them b*tch ass n*ggas

[Hook: Compton Menace]
Fire it up if that b*tch blow
If you about the bread let that b*tch know
And my sh*t bang know that b*tch cold
Compton, California still cracking like it's 94'
If you east side let that b*tch know
If you west side let that b*tch know
If you north side let that b*tch know
If you south side let that b*tch know

[Verse 1: Compton Menace]
If you a real n*gga let that b*tch know
All around the hood with gold D's on the 64'
Money good
n*ggas blowing trees put that on the hood
Look at me
All about the cream
But it's to the good
Nose to the back
Still grip the wood
Gotta keep that pistol on my lap
Gripping like I should
When I'm splitting them spliterillos
Tipping aficionados
Buying up all the bottles
f*ckin on all them models
Dishing up all them hollows
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People rocking like I know
Like f*ck it I'm in the finals
I'm f*cking round with my idols
You know that they b*tches idle
And I'm the same n*gga till the end
Till my enemies want to be friends
I gotta get the paper till the end
And put the hood on with my pen
(It's the Menace)
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Game]
n*gga like me
Born and raised on soo woo street
It's going down like two ruphies
I'm in that new coupe sweet
Like how a new fruit be
A n*gga hard as two fruit Bs
n*ggas salute me
B-L-Double-O-D
I'm a OG
Thirty two
One year younger than Kobe
Know he
Up in that Phantom
With a b*tch from Atlanta
Get head
Wiping his head with his red bandana
Uhh
It's getting hot in this b*tch
Take your shirt off
Step on the gas
Let off the mag
And then merk off
I'm a shooter
n*gga get his Dirk off
Bet this desert eagle knock your muthaf*ckin smirk off
Sipping on Smirnoff
The liquor store out of ciroc
Get a shipment in by next Tuesday
Or get your mark ass shot
My block hot
n*gga word to Pac
It's Cedar Block 554
[Hook]