[Daz](Kurupt) Psss.. yeah.. It's about time y'all bitch ass (fuck this.. shit) Y'knahmsayin? of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere (Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin, all day I'm out!
Nigga cause you better strapped wit some tec's to get back or get capped, the back slap, a flap the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark I want my snija when you the sparks Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for Rucker's Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit Me and my blast attention leavin y'all less in the action Bitch ass sorry ass bastards, heartless, senseless I was born to devauer, cut sorry's For all my niggaz behind bars Scared for life, from the blade of a The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest or die when your ass death I precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin Keep your on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps Real do real thangs in this gang-bang life we lead You can't hang, nigga die and Murder won't stop 'til every buster and sucker Fuck the cops, stop me corruptin the block Rocks the glocks in the weed spot Stop playa hatin, whodie got and yo' own knock perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die Blind ya when we from behind
[Chorus: singer + female singer] we are (here we are) and there they are (there are) Gonna get gone, aiyya, (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*} Gonna get gone, aiyya, (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*}
(?)'s a herb, call the choreographer the Camaro's, I show no mercy and no Fuedin, layin 'em down, for radio, seveditary Layin 'em down dead up in the Death is more, life is gone Brandish your torn; forty weeks - a soldier is born Inbine your to let me if you could Be a G or you to be let me know if you could shootin up, hoes Cadillac's {*gun shot*} Don't ever come back, you me where it's at Off the comes the gay, buck sprays and A.K. retaliates in a way! We're in the land where it's banned man Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you end up (yeah.. say what?) I roll with Crips (?) for the Grip the pistol to ya brain, never no shit Whether, Heaven or Hell, I prevail die makin it happen and to die in a cell Rather load up my shells but nigga, you snitch and leave bodies wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!) Shit, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), G'd up On a mission for tuition, I need Big dollars.. (why?), I jack niggaz I gotta My kids got now because of they father (shhh)
- 2X
Smoked and and fucked up by a locked up On some niggaz who try to get In the fashion, the blastin, it's to imagine Not cashin no niggaz who be actin bastards What do I do, but call my niggaz and my to come do what they do, and put work on you See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a everyday, all day You want Ha-ha, let's bring the fan and Daz you blast, so donate ass as his ass got smoked and fucked the wrong now his ass is goast I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in cunt (ahh AHH!) To me and my homeboy's, ya some punks, haha Who want it? Nigga come get it Slowly but surely, homey you ain't forget it How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm wit mine Livin the of crime where it's do or die Y'all niggaz really want none of this We the shit, but ya ya crew, bitch!
[Chorus] - 3X w/
[Daz] {*w/ female singer singing in Kill 'em, 'em Yeah, up on this nigga right here Choke out (?) shot*} PLO! 'EM!...