[Daz](Kurupt)



Psss.. yeah..



It's about time y'all bitch ass niggaz (fuck this.. shit)



Y'knahmsayin?Tired of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere



(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin, everyday all day



I'm comin out!







[Daz]



Nigga cause you better come strapped wit some tec's



to get back or get capped, the back slap, a late flap



Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark



I want my snija when you singin the sparks



Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for startin Rucker's



Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit fuckers



Me and my dogg's blast attention leavin y'all less in the action



Bitch ass sorry ass bastards, heartless, senseless coward



I was born to devauer, cut your sorry's



For all my real niggaz behind bars



Scared for life, from the blade of a knife



The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya life



Seven tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest



or die when your bitch ass death



I take precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin



Keep your hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps



Real niggaz do real thangs in this gang-bang life we lead



You can't hang, nigga die and bleed



Murder won't stop 'til every buster and sucker drop



Fuck the cops, stop me from corruptin the block



Rocks pass the glocks in the weed spot



Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock



Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die



Blind ya when we comin from behind







[Chorus: male singer + female singer]



Here we are (here we are)



and there they are (there they are)



Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*



Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*







[Chorus]







[Daz]



(?)'s a herb, call the choreographer the murderer



Camaro's, I show no mercy and no sorrow



Fuedin, layin 'em down, for every radio, seveditary



Layin 'em down dead up in the montuary



Death is more, another life is gone



Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born



Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could



Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you could



Back shootin up, hoes Cadillac's {*gun shot*



Don't ever come back, you show me where it's at



Off the rack comes the gay, buck sprays



and A.K. retaliates in a major way!



We're in the land where it's banned from man



Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say what?)



I roll with Crips (?) for the chips



Grip the pistol to ya brain, never takin no shit



Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gotsta prevail



Rather die makin it happen and to die in a cell



Rather load up my hollow-point shells



but nigga, you snitch and tell



leave they bodies wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!)



Shit, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), always G'd up



On a mission for tuition, I need bucks



Big dollars.. (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta



My kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh)







[Chorus] - 2X







[Daz]



Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a locked up



On some niggaz who try to get buck



In the fashion, the blastin, it's hard to imagine



Not cashin no niggaz who be actin like bastards



What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come



do what they do, and put they work on you



See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a gun-play



Like everyday, all day



You want trouble?Ha-ha, let's bring the fan



and Daz you blast, so donate bitch ass



Adios as his ass got smoked



and fucked the wrong nigga now his ass is goast



I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (ahh AHH!)



To me and my homeboy's, ya just some punks, haha



Who really want it?Nigga come get it



Slowly but surely, homey you ain't never forget it



How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm fuckin wit mine



Livin the life of crime where it's do or die



Y'all niggaz don't really want none of this



We the shit, but ya fucked ya crew, bitch!







[Chorus] - 3X w/ variations







[Daz] {*w/ female singer singing in background*



Kill 'em, kill 'em



Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here



Choke out (?) {*gun shot*



PLO!KILL 'EM!...