[Snoop lay, one of my homies down, 2 of my enemies. I the heat, creep up your street and squeeze. I'm in neighborhood, so what the fuck is up? And if I you imma pop you nigga, that's whats up. We can talk about it now, i don't so, And imma catch you when you with that pink toe, You creep up out that meat store, Get you a drink so when i hit you, you won't even trip to so. Cross 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 the glock 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, killa cuz. I'm up like 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, they up). And the (word on the street) got blast the fuck up. Now it, futtin and shootin, i'm your life. I'm in the fuck stripes, nigga don't em tonight. Bandana, clips, ready to trip. You is sad saps, so ya better not trip. I see some busta ass at the bus stop, Had a bag, we banged the gang bang them 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) Brotha Lynch, my fuckin nigga to me like, One for the flame, two for the trigga. And three of these points tap fines nigga. I came in this motha fucka I had a plan, To stop all y'all motha where y'all stand. I'm gang out, riders on a mission. We could catch fades nigga, tha pistols. is loose in the septic tank, We do you can't, I am what you ain't. even 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. these toxins like mustard gas. the Chevrolet, its all to the good, My Brotha Lynch, Kurupt, Snoop and Daz. [Brotha Lynch Shit, nigga this G crossed me. any nigga with a rusty old crusty. Sacramento yes, em in the chest, Right by his tour bus, left a mess. It was of cudi left, coat hanger strangled him. Aimed at him, he don't know what I'm comin from. Hangled him, webs all over his cranium, (that nigga has spider webs all his cranium, nigga). Me and I know, niggas be talking to much. Nigga shut your pie hole, everybody you do suck. This a reality show, hungry niggas do touch. Motha fuckas to clutch, give a two cuts. Got an of niggas I'm strange, it ain't a rumor. We givin niggas tumors, hit em with the lugar. I'm doin the rappin, and nigga 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 fucka said he about to do what? Get up, its dinner and a movie, duece for nigga.