[Verse 1]
In the nighttime, I don't write rhymes I k**a
n***as rapping thinking that sh** is cool, but the fact is I do this for reala
Don't be caught at the bus stop with no weapons
Stuck if you gotta hit the fence real quick then f**ed if a n***a bust in your section
I'm from the west coast where you never know when's your d**h day
Blood n***as, and Crip n***as, and eses with the [wet thangs?]
Little n***as thirteen years old taking knives to triple OGs and sh**
Everybody said "f** everybody" so now everybody put to sleepin' sh**
Take another mission, I will get offended if you do not make a trip with me
I could be alone by myself [where you do it for my health?], but I still represent for the [beak?]
All stay lit for the brainsick
Oh yeah we got Crip n***as too
Oh yeah we got eses too
Oh yeah we got [pyros?] too
Mexican Disciples and the Latin Kings, oh yeah we got Vice Lords too
Indians and the motorcycle gangs, oh yeah we got bikers too
Motherf**as that'll get ready up to mack, and then hunt ya
n***as who ain't ever playing, but how can you play when all they ever say is:
"n***a you a monster"
[Hook]
Everybody said
"f** everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' sh**
From under the bed
Teeth up in your back
Everybody said
"f** everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' sh**
Behind you in the dark
Reaper to the max
Everybody said
"f** everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' sh**
From under the bed
Teeth up in your back
Everybody said
"f** everybody"
So now everybody put to sleepin' sh**
[Verse 2]
(If flesh is best when bloody)
Make a mess, and yes it's funny
You are d**h the rest are running
Your a monster
([f**, we ain't feeling tasty?])
It's reloading and relocating
Stay strap down with some sh** that'll cave your face in
They try to knock me down, but I won't fall
Catch your a** in traffic, and I bet your jaw get blowed off
They say you blessed, and you're here for a reason
I say "yup, yeah I know that's to leave theses n***as bleedin'"
Ain't no pa**es, just hundred round drums and caskets
[And amigos tattoos?] get burnt to ashes
Block monster
[Baby hey who*es and macks?], [and the baby cater thing with the Mickey Mouse trap?]
Yeah I'm that double cinnamon rolls for you don't-knows
Ain't no tapping out, this the life I chose
That's why I'm [every head busta favorite rap n***a?]
Better ask the streets if I'm a motherf**ing rap n***a
And I put the wrap on the chicken, put some wings on that b**h
[Have my n***as that'll stay trill?]
[Verse 3]
([trill up they label me the accurate?])
Cuz where I be at [logging?] avenue [it's crawling with goons?] with [pap-bats?]
It's scary walking to school where there's dudes with blue flags
Come through and clack-clack at any n***a standing around when the sh** [breaks?]
[Soft he's dead ghost like the walking dead cuz of the homeboys I'm here walking with?]
[But to get infected they will write you lead?]
[It's in your head with the can sted?]
[So inevitably I'm an LPV?]
[It's your destiny where you from around my street?]
Get brainwashed by your double OGs by the time you turn twelve you a B-L-double O-D
Rob Zombie like sh**, Stephen King'll [write this trip?]
[How I live, shave a n***as wig with the forty-six I was suppose to kick it back for my n***a k** out with his b**h?]
[Round here n***as can't flip?] that's a urban survival tip
Labeled a terrorist [since the gang put me on that list?]
Can't get a job, can't leave the town, so a n***a's bound to [risk?]
Psychologically made me an animal, I even shoot at a b**h
So to keep from being locked up, I lay low like the lochness
Cuz it's hard being around n***as that act like [mar guai when they wet. trip?]