Run around downtown, cliques throw in the mix Clowns and showdowns grounds all break down, worlds upside down Making wicked smiles, wicked frowns, we get With our own sound
kingdoms break you and your manhood shallow With of venom metal Rattle snakes, Im as high as the stakes Quarter ounce of weed to the head, no breaks, wait wars we get in them Furious fist on my wrist is gonna get and you
Out of frictions static causing mad panic In the streets, the dramatic battles We see more wars, less peace, were even fighting Resulting, our biggest enemies
Lifestyles of the be wild You wanna see action, hold up, wait awhile Fist crash, clash on the face of the devil mask, doing brain bash
Look out for the Crazy in the head, locos bout to throw out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to down
Watch out, look out, look out, out For the showdown, you better down Give me fifty feet or Keep your eye on the barrel of the
The comin' to wetcha Spread your body parts all over the Im a dominant mothafucka, but the opposite Turn around, put your on the side
Are you by the sunshine on your gun? The outcome, just another one soul into the heavens, hit by the 5 7 Ass end scraping, the whole block
all flock in anticipation Youre getting rolled by the Now I see your shaking You walked out of this
out for the showdown Crazy in the head, locos bout to down Look out for the Crazy in the head, locos to throw down
Images of war weapons, the psycho Blood wettens, stains the curb where steppin' Deadly grounds the home of all Come my kingdom, sirens rattle eardrums
It aint one on one no more, gun on gun Bullets take the place of fists, so the outcome wars, severe scars, if youre just like me Youre whats yours, taking no loss
Were heavy duty like This is my two shanks Criminal styles blank You think my music is crazy Tony Montana
Fumando marijuana con Santana I might not be alive, so I wanna bring all the enemys I rock the with the music maniac Tied back locos that warpath
Why dont punks be legit, all bring havoc in their head A psycho will shoot dead Thats the fundamental to a fucked up Now you got a gun, your lifes a psycho
My strategy, battery Runnin' through neighborhood in cliques of three Smokin' in the on wild streets And wild showdowns, enemy a look around
Look out for the Crazy in the head, locos bout to down Look out for the Crazy in the head, locos to throw down
out for the showdown Crazy in the head, bout to throw down out for the showdown Crazy in the head, bout to throw down