This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads It's time to put some niggas 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?" 'Cause you wanna hear about shit like this So I tell it, how I know it, just hope the fuck I don't show it Niggas out frontin', lotterin' and lootin' Let's recreate a drive by shooting More brothers in a car blocks away Waitin' to spray, shotgun, Mack10 and an AK They roll through to a line of niggas It was nine just like the fuck they figured Go around tha corner, come back real slow Lights off, cars in neutral, rollin' at a snails pace and creepin' Hopin' to catch all of them sleepin', a so called gang, drugs and sex (NWA) Start bustin' a cap and all tha others jet, three of 'em fall to their doom Pronounced dead at the scence, with gun shot wounds Three dead because Compton is scandalous I'd like to tell you, brother, ashes to ashes and dust to dust (Amen) Da, da, da (You will now witness the sound of TV Ang-Ang-Angels) (Now we're gonna pass around the hat) (That's good enough) No it ain't, you fucked up, you fucked up (it's cool) No, it ain't