This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
featuring Boom Bam
Heeeyyy Uhh Half Ounce in yo mouth
Check it out Half Ounce in the house
Chrous: Bring the yellow tape nigga FOSHO
Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas HELL NO
Fools ready to die
Don't be afraid
Bring your gun and your sac cuzz we under attack
Verse 1:
Takes no chances
End with up that least circumstances
Keeps a cool composure
One time's takin those glances
Who be's your enemy on the evilest team,
Racketeerin all your C.R.E.A.M.,
Havin your worst bad dreams,
Pesos for all the amigos
and the sistas,
How ya likin us now,
Competitas gon' bow,
Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner,
Keeps my hand in the pie like little Jack Horner,
SOLDIERS on my left right ready to die,
Infiltraters six feet keeps our head to the sky,
Its a cold cruel world tryin to watch my back,
Got these cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack,
SHIIT!! For the paper,
Street Dreams and all,
Best be ready to hit the doo' when the one times call,
Gots the picture its still for the money son,
And if you're bailin' through Compton you betta bring a gun,
Chrous: 2x
Verse2: Boom Bam
I deliever my blow it could be fatal,
Get yo ass smashed like potatoes and gravy,
Maybe with some prctice you can fade me,
But I doubt it, Picked up the Compton time
and read about it, How my crew makes the front page
in a rage, In a live concert blowin blunts on stage,
People swingin' on a chasity and got the place packed
to the maximum capacity, People comin from far and near,
To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out,
When we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair,
Straight chronic smoke up in the air,
So get it straight nigga,
Boom-Bam and Eiht nigga,(GEEYYAA),
Peeped yo' game from the start nigga,
We know you fake nigga,
We gots to keep a close eye fools under our backs,
Lock the gates sound the guns cuzz we under attack.
Chrous:2x
Verse3: Mc Eiht
Betta' watch out for the murder I wrote, Black super spokes
black stars and a black leather coat, On a mission,
Dead presidents I gots to stackin, Enemies can't see the ya-ya
in my jacket, Best raise up before I set it off on G.P.,
First rule if you tryin' to bring harm to me,
Felony case catcher to the first degree,
Like the ginger bread man y'all can't catch me,
On the run stilla nigga held no jail cells,
Keeps two steps ahead, No traces for feds,
Phone taps instead, On the celluar phone,
Dumb as fuck cuzz they don't know the number was called,
Outta the country, D.A. on the payroll y'all,
Me and a little senortia on my side the black heater,
Sweeter than the rest, Paid pounds at gate sippin,
While shippin to the U.S.A.,
Chrous:3x
Heeeyyy Uhh Half Ounce in yo mouth
Check it out Half Ounce in the house
Chrous: Bring the yellow tape nigga FOSHO
Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas HELL NO
Fools ready to die
Don't be afraid
Bring your gun and your sac cuzz we under attack
Verse 1:
Takes no chances
End with up that least circumstances
Keeps a cool composure
One time's takin those glances
Who be's your enemy on the evilest team,
Racketeerin all your C.R.E.A.M.,
Havin your worst bad dreams,
Pesos for all the amigos
and the sistas,
How ya likin us now,
Competitas gon' bow,
Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner,
Keeps my hand in the pie like little Jack Horner,
SOLDIERS on my left right ready to die,
Infiltraters six feet keeps our head to the sky,
Its a cold cruel world tryin to watch my back,
Got these cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack,
SHIIT!! For the paper,
Street Dreams and all,
Best be ready to hit the doo' when the one times call,
Gots the picture its still for the money son,
And if you're bailin' through Compton you betta bring a gun,
Chrous: 2x
Verse2: Boom Bam
I deliever my blow it could be fatal,
Get yo ass smashed like potatoes and gravy,
Maybe with some prctice you can fade me,
But I doubt it, Picked up the Compton time
and read about it, How my crew makes the front page
in a rage, In a live concert blowin blunts on stage,
People swingin' on a chasity and got the place packed
to the maximum capacity, People comin from far and near,
To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out,
When we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair,
Straight chronic smoke up in the air,
So get it straight nigga,
Boom-Bam and Eiht nigga,(GEEYYAA),
Peeped yo' game from the start nigga,
We know you fake nigga,
We gots to keep a close eye fools under our backs,
Lock the gates sound the guns cuzz we under attack.
Chrous:2x
Verse3: Mc Eiht
Betta' watch out for the murder I wrote, Black super spokes
black stars and a black leather coat, On a mission,
Dead presidents I gots to stackin, Enemies can't see the ya-ya
in my jacket, Best raise up before I set it off on G.P.,
First rule if you tryin' to bring harm to me,
Felony case catcher to the first degree,
Like the ginger bread man y'all can't catch me,
On the run stilla nigga held no jail cells,
Keeps two steps ahead, No traces for feds,
Phone taps instead, On the celluar phone,
Dumb as fuck cuzz they don't know the number was called,
Outta the country, D.A. on the payroll y'all,
Me and a little senortia on my side the black heater,
Sweeter than the rest, Paid pounds at gate sippin,
While shippin to the U.S.A.,
Chrous:3x
Lyrics submitted by SongMeanings
Under Attack Lyrics as written by Bjoern K. Ulvaeus Benny Goran Bror Andersson
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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