Potential Victims lyrics

[Intro: Keith David]
Ice Cube, WC and Mack 10
The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer

[Refrain: Ice Cube]
Got 'em, look n*gga, you fit the description
This is dedicated to potential victims
Because crucifixion ain't no fiction
Too much b*tching, get your ass beat into submission

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
To all my white n*ggas, to all my light n*ggas
To all my dark n*ggas, I'm trying to spark n*ggas
I want to shark n*ggas, not to mark n*ggas
f*ck the park n*ggas, I want your heart n*ggas

[Verse 1: WC, Ice Cube, Mack 10]
The hood most honorable, carnage, Geronimo Pratt, n*gga
Prosecuted for making your brain splat, n*gga
And Crocker sense is the Westside nickel
Jim Brownin' you b*tches off the back of a window, yeah
From O.J. to MJ and Michael Tyson
They f*cked up Saddam like my n*gga gangsta mind
You don't have to be a Taliban to feel the baton
Throw up the W, victims of the red, black and blue
I kicks in the door, waving a automatic
I'm mad as f*ck, breathing hard as a asthmatic
Attitude's unpredictable, behavior's sporadic
Could snap at any time, and right now I done had it, b*tch
[Interlude: Keith David]
Make no mistake about it, your life has just been threatened (*echo*)

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
To all my white n*ggas, to all my light n*ggas
To all my dark n*ggas, I'm trying to spark n*ggas
I want to shark n*ggas, not to mark n*ggas
f*ck the park n*ggas, I want your heart n*ggas

[Refrain: Ice Cube]
Got 'em, look n*gga, you fit the description
This is dedicated to potential victims
Because crucifixion ain't no fiction
Too much b*tching, get your ass beat into submission

[Verse 2: WC, Ice Cube, Mack 10]
I'm c*ckin' the hammer, f*ckin' up the camera, was workin' on things
Like Kobe they trying to throw dirt on my name
Mo' money, mo' drama, but n*gga f*ck the hype, flash the light
I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, c'mon
You look hard, act hard, in the backyard
Front yard, lunch card, but the n*gga run hard
I run yards, punk guards, n*gga so large
If I get caught, n*gga no charge
Here come a West Coast gangsta in khakis and creases
Plus a pink slip n*gga, you punks is leases
My white Bentley got peanut butter guts like Reese's
Blood-peeled n*ggas is red like an endangered species, f*cker
[Interlude: Keith David, Ice Cube]
In his age of terror, fear is the killer
One thing remains constant
The Westside motherf*cking Connection
You might as well keep it gangsta
They've got us all under surveillance
b*tch you know the side
World-motherf*cking-wide

[Chorus: Ice Cube]
To all my white n*ggas, to all my light n*ggas
To all my dark n*ggas, I'm trying to spark n*ggas
I want to shark n*ggas, not to mark n*ggas
f*ck the park n*ggas, I want your heart n*ggas

[Outro: Ice Cube]
Too many lost
Too many lost