[Hook] Downtown from the hood (Better) klack or get klacked on, (either) klack or get klacked on, (better) klack or get klacked on, (either) klack or get klacked on [Verse 1: Phil Da Agony] Black man, shoot your friendly neighborhood local policemen Cause they'll say you got a gun, it's just cell in your hand Police will shoot without proof or evidence or the truth My n***a reached for registration, blew his brains through the roof Which lead me to the conclusion that we should do the shooting My itchy trigger finger n******gs is a new resolution What about Sean Bell and all the n******gs in jail That didn't really do the crime it just remind me of hell To get locked like Mandela get respected Or you can get rich like Roc-A-Fella off of records Or you could shoot it out with the cops, make a body block Take them on a high speed chase, hit the body shot Change of place, when you shoot the pigs, aim for the stomach, hit the face Rob a bank, hit the safe, get the cake, clack first Youtube Micheal Moor fast words, studies show, cops see blacks and let the gats burst Yeah, that's right motherf**er, you could Youtube that sh** yourself Build the agony Strong Arm Steady and I'm [Hook] [Verse 2: Mitchy Slick] You hear that guitar but this ain't no rock band I spit this because, because I'm a rock man In my homeland it's hard to withstand That's the beat (?) south east is contraband Fire armed car, alarm in the back drop, yellow tape a fellow got scraped while his rats watched We RS fellows mandatory down to a pistols but if you ain't toting a n***a will yank your chrystals And I'm King Tuting just call me a ice flooding, Morgiado top flopping at the tap of a push bu*ton More revenue than most n******gs are still on the block Maybe cause I got something to lose, they ask won't be shot But once a real factor, always a klack klacker Make carnage out of n******gs that think they a change snatcher City full of brain blasters, San Diego's filled with dead homies that some little n***a's named after Don't get it f**ed up n***a, just cause a n***a hopping out this V cord, Don't mean a n***a won't splat you n***a [Hook] [Verse 3: Krodon] Baptized with an appetite for warfare, stay in here you lift the 10 feet in the air, yeah Homie see electric chair, cell block filled to the rim with You keep letting the small things slide, you won't win, die or survive Do your time, take it in stride (?) n******gs on the yard when it's fun time The hood's evil know better than the Chinos what it's impact the ground zero See heroes getting cut and ate like supiro Leave them bleeding, guess I be needing David Chapiro Be the reason they got wanted wetting the wierdo (?) I mean we like to preach whether blue make green, black and brown make green But it's always gonna end up that way, so ya be prepared for everything [Hook]