Run around downtown, cliques down in the mix Clowns and showdowns Battle grounds all break down, worlds down Making wicked smiles, wicked frowns, we get our own gangster sound
Static kingdoms break you and your shallow shanks of venom metal Rattle fuckin' snakes, Im as as the stakes ounce of weed to the head, no breaks, homes wait Street we get in them Furious fist on my wrist is get them and you
Out of frictions comes static mad panic In the streets, the battles increase We see more wars, less peace, were fighting police Resulting, theyre our biggest
of the criminal be wild You wanna see more action, hold up, awhile Fist crash, clash Putting on the face of the devil mask, doing brain
Look out for the Crazy in the head, locos bout to down Look out for the in the head, locos bout to throw down
Watch out, look out, out, watch out For the showdown, you better slow Give me fifty feet or Keep your eye on the of the beretta
The lead to wetcha Spread your body parts all the continent Im a dominant mothafucka, but youre the Turn around, put hands on the side
Are you aligned by the sunshine on gun? The outcome, youre just another one into the heavens, hit by the 5 7 Ass end scraping, illuminating the whole
all flock in anticipation Youre rolled by the dayton Now I see hand shaking You out of this situation
Look out for the Crazy in the head, bout to throw down out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to down
Images of war weapons, the presence Blood wettens, stains the curb where youre Deadly the home of all showdowns Come my kingdom, sirens rattle eardrums
It one on one no more, it's gun on gun Bullets take the place of fists, so whats the wars, severe scars, if youre just like me Youre defending whats yours, no loss
heavy duty like tanks This is my two shanks styles point blank You think my music is like Tony Montana
marijuana con Santana tomorrow I might not be alive, so I wanna all the enemys sorrow I the block with the music maniac Tied locos seekin' that warpath
Why dont punks be legit, they'll all bring in their head A psycho shoot some dead the fundamental to a fucked up mental Now you got a gun, your a psycho realm
My strategy, assault Runnin' through your in cliques of three Smokin' in the on wild streets And wild showdowns, enemy take a look
out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos to throw down Look out for the in the head, locos bout to throw down
Look out for the Crazy in the head, locos bout to down out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw