(Daz)(Kurupt)
Psss.. yeah..
It's about time y'all b**h a** n***az (f**k this.. sh**)
Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya b**h a** n***az everywhere
(Yeah n***a, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 k**in, everyday all day
I'm comin out!
(Daz)
n***a cause you better come strapped wit some tec's
to get back or get capped, the back slap, a late flap
Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark
I want my snija when you singin the sparks
Dustin off bread, motherf**kers for startin Rucker's
Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit f**kers
Me and my dogg's blast attention leavin y'all less in the action
b**h a** sorry a** ba*tards, heartless, senseless coward
I was born to devauer, cut your sorry's
For all my real n***az behind bars
Scared for life, from the blade of a knife
The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya life
Seven tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest
or die when your b**h a** d**h
I take precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin
Keep your hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps
Real n***az do real thangs in this gang-bang life we lead
You can't hang, n***a die and bleed
Murder won't stop 'til every buster and s**er drop
F**k the cops, stop me from corruptin the block
Rocks pa** the glocks in the weed spot
Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock
Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die
Blind ya when we comin from behind
(Chorus: male singer + female singer)
Here we are (here we are)
and there they are (there they are)
Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*}
Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*}
(Chorus)
(Daz)
(?)'s a herb, call the choreographer the murderer
Camaro's, I show no mercy and no sorrow
Fuedin, layin 'em down, for every radio, seveditary
Layin 'em down dead up in the montuary
d**h is more, another life is gone
Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born
Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could
Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you could
Back shootin up, hoes Cadillac's {*gun shot*}
Don't ever come back, you show me where it's at
Off the rack comes the gay, buck sprays
and A.K. retaliates in a major way!
We're in the land where it's banned from man
Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say what?)
I roll with Crips (?) for the chips
Grip the pistol to ya brain, never takin no sh**
Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gotsta prevail
Rather die makin it happen and to die in a cell
Rather load up my hollow-point shells
but n***a, you snitch and tell
leave they bodies wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!)
sh**, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), always G'd up
On a mission for tuition, I need bucks
Big dollars.. (why?), I jack n***az cause I gotta
My kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh)
(Chorus) - 2X
(Daz)
Smoked and loaded and f**ked up by a locked up
On some n***az who try to get buck
In the fashion, the blastin, it's hard to imagine
Not cashin no n***az who be actin like ba*tards
What do I do, but call my n***az and my crew to come
do what they do, and put they work on you
See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a gun-play
Like everyday, all day
You want trouble? Ha-ha, let's bring the fan
and Daz you blast, so donate b**h a**
Adios as his a** got smoked
and f**ked the wrong n***a now his a** is goast
I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some c*nt (ahh AHH!)
To me and my homeboy's, ya just some punks, haha
Who really want it? n***a come get it
Slowly but surely, homey you ain't never forget it
How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm f**kin wit mine
Livin the life of crime where it's do or die
Y'all n***az don't really want none of this
We the sh**, but ya f**ked ya crew, b**h!
(Chorus) - 3X w/ variations
(Daz) {*w/ female singer singing in background*}
k** 'em, k** 'em
Yeah, pull up on this n***a right here
Choke out (?) {*gun shot*}
PLO! KILL 'EM!...