Coming From Compton - lil eazy e - diss the game (with lyrics)

I heard the streets been talking He keeps saying my name, that nigga game goin' be layin in a coffin I'm the mutha fuckin prince of Compton First and last Don't make me the first to blast You're the type I will murk your laugh Cause yous a fony Walk around like you was the homie Knowing damn well yous was never close to E Jayceon who the hell you supposed to be On my block I got homies who can pose to squeeze And have a motherfucker layin face down to the streetz Certified G and I didn't have to pay for that Knowin E brought you all your little fame in rap I drop sixteen now I'm gettin paid for rap (He don't write his own raps) How lame is that You sound just like a bitch when she start to bleed You gonna have a nigga trippin once he spark this weed The old E keep a nigga straight fuck that vodka Can't waste time dealin with this punk impostors Had to holla at the doctors so he know what's poppin Lil E is the name and I'm coming from Compton Real recognize real my nigga You used to be a stripper in the club, cuz you ain't no killa Loc nigga to the death note and said I claim In the hood homies action never said you bang If I can change a motherfucker in the new york minute You're from compton, but keep puttin new york in it I'm a west-coast nigga I get respect from both The tattoo on your arm is disrespectful loc Gotta smoke cause this nigga keep working my nerves I'm a have that butterfly an his face on a curb Get served try to hit me with a come-back verse Already known in the streets I'm a come back worse The truth hurts And I hate to expose yo homie Before the gang, your nickname it was doja homie He's a fony and a fake can't relate to E Certified and I'm coming from the C.P.T