[Snoop lay, one of my homies down, 2 of my enemies. I grab the heat, up your street and squeeze. I'm in y'all neighborhood, so what the is up? And if I catch you imma pop you nigga, whats up. We can about it now, i don't think so, And imma catch you when you creepin that pink toe, You tryna creep up out meat store, Get you a drink so when i hit you, you even trip to think so. your heart, double dot your eyes, Yellow you, make you a homicide. you out like a red vine, Halloween is your deadline, by time. I, zag the zig, i put a in the pig, I clocked the and pop you, my nigga ya dig? I open ya up, and you leakin by the face, And get away, aint got no time to be no case. To slick to sly, I'm too high. I'm too fly, and I do die, i do die. I to shoot an intruder, I mix the purp with the buddha. Love and beer, like the home boy Luda. I'm big snoopie, d to dub, imma cuz. I'm drinked up a stilla, a gorilla duh. no, pedal to tha floor, Anotha killin for wheelin my let it go. We on the corner of 102 (to bad, fucked up). And the (word on the street) they got the fuck up. Now it, futtin and shootin, i'm runnin life. I'm in the fuck stripes, don't fuck em tonight. Bandana, banana clips, to trip. You is sad saps, so ya better not trip. I see busta ass niggas at the bus stop, Had a bag, we banged the gang them niggas from the dog pound. Choppin, whoppin, we the mad shit, Every time we see niggas we clashin, down to 24th street, Sittin they nigga down wit them 21st g's (motha fucka) Lynch, my mutha fuckin nigga to me like, One for the flame, two for the trigga. And three of these hollow points tap nigga. When I came in motha fucka I had a plan, To stop all y'all fuckas where y'all stand. I'm gang out, riders on a mission. We could fades nigga, fuck tha pistols. Piranhas is in the septic tank, We do what you can't, I am you ain't. Don't try to provoke me cuz. Loccin, smokin, slipping, me cuz. I'll your ass on a locc so fast. Bang on your homies, spread through hood. Release toxins like mustard gas. the Chevrolet, its all to the good, My Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz. [Brotha Hung] Shit, nigga G block crossed me. Double any nigga with a old crusty. Sacramento yes, em in the chest, Right by his tour bus, a bloody mess. It was none of cudi left, hanger strangled him. at him, he don't know what angle I'm comin from. Hangled him, spider webs all his cranium, (that nigga has spider all over his cranium, nigga). Me and crooked I know, be talking to much. Nigga shut your pie hole, everybody you do suck. This ain't a reality show, hungry do touch. fuckas to clutch, give a niggas two cuts. Got an of niggas I'm strange, it ain't a rumor. We givin niggas brain tumors, hit em the lugar. I'm doin the rappin, and this is the shooter. Yea he got a on, but nigga hes a shooter. You will never see his face on the computer, junior. (Oklahoma shooter) Poke a with two cuts, This motha fucka said he about to do Get chewed up, its dinner and a movie, for nigga.