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