| Song | Potential Victims |
| Artist | Westside Connection |
| Album | Terrorist Threats |
| 作词 : Calhoun, Green, Jackson ... | |
| I pledge allegiance to the rag | |
| Of the United | |
| Westside Connection | |
| And took a | |
| W for which it stands | |
| One neighborhood, under [Incomprehensible] | |
| Invincible with luxuries [Incomprehensible] | |
| Ice Cube, | |
| WCE and Mack 10 | |
| The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer | |
| Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description | |
| This is dedicated to potential victims' | |
| Coz who's the fiction, ain't no fiction | |
| Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission | |
| To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz | |
| To all my dark niggaz, | |
| I'm tryin' to spark niggaz | |
| I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz | |
| Fuck the park niggaz, | |
| I want your heart niggaz | |
| The 'hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga | |
| Prosecuted from making your brain sweat, nigga | |
| And Crocker sense is the | |
| Westside nickel | |
| We're proud of you bitches of the backward window, yeah | |
| From Mo Jay, to | |
| MJ and Michael | |
| TysonThey fucked up | |
| Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind | |
| You don't have to be a | |
| Taliban to fill the per tarn | |
| Don't walk the double-u, victims of the rare black and blue | |
| I kick's in the door, wavin' a automatic | |
| I'm mad as fuck, breathin' hard as a asthmatic | |
| Attitude's unpredictable, behavior is boratic | |
| Could snap at any time, and right now, | |
| I ain't had it, bitch | |
| Make no mistake about it | |
| Your life has just been threatened | |
| Threatened, threatened, threatened | |
| To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz | |
| To all my dark niggaz, | |
| I'm tryin' to spark niggaz | |
| I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz | |
| Fuck the park niggaz, | |
| I want your heart niggaz | |
| Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the description | |
| This is dedicated to potential victims | |
| Because who's the fiction, ain't no fiction | |
| Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission | |
| I clocked the camera, fuckin' up the camera, was working the things | |
| Like holdin' was drama, dirt up my name | |
| Mo money, mo drama, my nigga fuck the hype, flash the light | |
| I'm Dub-C connected to the afterlife, come on | |
| You look hard, act hard, in the backyard | |
| Front yard, lunch card, but the nigga run hard | |
| I run yards, punk guards, nigga so large | |
| If I get caught, nigga no charge | |
| Here come a westcoast gangsta in cagey and creases | |
| Plus a pink slip nigga, you punks is leases | |
| My wife, Bentley got peanut butter guts like | |
| Reece'sBlood peeled niggaz is red like endangered species, fucker | |
| In his age of terror, fear is the killer | |
| One thing remains constant | |
| The Westside motherfucking | |
| Connection | |
| You might as well keep it gangsta | |
| They've got us all under surveillance | |
| Bitch, you know the side | |
| World motherfucking wide | |
| To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz | |
| To all my dark niggaz, | |
| I'm tryin' to spark niggaz | |
| I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz | |
| Fuck the park niggaz, | |
| I want your heart niggaz | |
| Too many lost | |
| Too many lost |
| zuò cí : Calhoun, Green, Jackson ... | |
| I pledge allegiance to the rag | |
| Of the United | |
| Westside Connection | |
| And took a | |
| W for which it stands | |
| One neighborhood, under Incomprehensible | |
| Invincible with luxuries Incomprehensible | |
| Ice Cube, | |
| WCE and Mack 10 | |
| The gangsta, the killa and the dope dealer | |
| Got ' em, look nigga, you fit the description | |
| This is dedicated to potential victims' | |
| Coz who' s the fiction, ain' t no fiction | |
| Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission | |
| To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz | |
| To all my dark niggaz, | |
| I' m tryin' to spark niggaz | |
| I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz | |
| Fuck the park niggaz, | |
| I want your heart niggaz | |
| The ' hood most sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga | |
| Prosecuted from making your brain sweat, nigga | |
| And Crocker sense is the | |
| Westside nickel | |
| We' re proud of you bitches of the backward window, yeah | |
| From Mo Jay, to | |
| MJ and Michael | |
| TysonThey fucked up | |
| Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind | |
| You don' t have to be a | |
| Taliban to fill the per tarn | |
| Don' t walk the doubleu, victims of the rare black and blue | |
| I kick' s in the door, wavin' a automatic | |
| I' m mad as fuck, breathin' hard as a asthmatic | |
| Attitude' s unpredictable, behavior is boratic | |
| Could snap at any time, and right now, | |
| I ain' t had it, bitch | |
| Make no mistake about it | |
| Your life has just been threatened | |
| Threatened, threatened, threatened | |
| To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz | |
| To all my dark niggaz, | |
| I' m tryin' to spark niggaz | |
| I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz | |
| Fuck the park niggaz, | |
| I want your heart niggaz | |
| Got ' em, look nigga, you fit the description | |
| This is dedicated to potential victims | |
| Because who' s the fiction, ain' t no fiction | |
| Too much bitching, get your ass beat into submission | |
| I clocked the camera, fuckin' up the camera, was working the things | |
| Like holdin' was drama, dirt up my name | |
| Mo money, mo drama, my nigga fuck the hype, flash the light | |
| I' m DubC connected to the afterlife, come on | |
| You look hard, act hard, in the backyard | |
| Front yard, lunch card, but the nigga run hard | |
| I run yards, punk guards, nigga so large | |
| If I get caught, nigga no charge | |
| Here come a westcoast gangsta in cagey and creases | |
| Plus a pink slip nigga, you punks is leases | |
| My wife, Bentley got peanut butter guts like | |
| Reece' sBlood peeled niggaz is red like endangered species, fucker | |
| In his age of terror, fear is the killer | |
| One thing remains constant | |
| The Westside motherfucking | |
| Connection | |
| You might as well keep it gangsta | |
| They' ve got us all under surveillance | |
| Bitch, you know the side | |
| World motherfucking wide | |
| To all my white niggaz, to all my light niggaz | |
| To all my dark niggaz, | |
| I' m tryin' to spark niggaz | |
| I want to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz | |
| Fuck the park niggaz, | |
| I want your heart niggaz | |
| Too many lost | |
| Too many lost |