I came in knockin', I thought you niggas knew i'm thugged out/ I told you bitches last time, y'all get drugged out/ Menenski mobbin' what they yellin' when i'm bailin'/ And all my niggas, yeah, they straight ass fellons/ Now, did he really?/ Now, did he really wanna do the crime?/ That's fine, when I hit the streets I pack a big nine/ ßI fuck with real niggas/ Peel niggas, a Watts nigga, Eastsider, straight rider/ And steady westside rollin' with my nigga Caz and Layzie Bone/ Bitch ass nigga, boi, you know it's on/ Don't make me get, my nigga, with the gangsta realer/ I told you niggas, what, I fuck with fake killas
-Chorus-Meneski-(Layzie Bone)-
See, we headknockas, glock cockers, I fuck with real niggas/(Play with the fire, fire, you're gettin' burned, burned, burned/Let's go pump the riot, then ride 'til it hurt, hurt, hurt)
-Gangsta Red-
Uh, the silent scream thru your mind keep your hesitant, y'all/ Best to move swift, change your residence/ Y'all presidents be dead when i'm takin' 'em/ Y'all might fall to that grave shakin' when we breakin' 'em off somethin', throw somethin', i'm on somethin'/ Y'all mothafuckas wanna bring, what, well, y'all ain't bringin'/ No, y'all losin/ Legacy of Caz continue, we worse than Kieth Murray, huh, when we get in you/ Headknockas wait for nobody, so eat a dick/ Like Mel Gibson, we're the Braveheart yellin', "Freedom!" in my projects/ I am the west, i'm from that prime with no quest, from Carson to Cleveland, S.C. to Watts
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
I come from the Land of the heartless, where you get chalked when you talk shit/ Nigga, you gettin' your wig cracked/ On the streets where niggas get killed, that nigga from the nine-nine, nigga, and we still rap/ Ain't no love for these haters, Resurrection (paper, paper) all up in the club, flashin' these gators, fuckin' with nothin' but the playas/ Play with the fire, the fire, you're gettin' burned (Burned ...), nigga, let's pump up the riot, we ride 'til it hurts/ Let's do this shit Caz/ And, nigga, gon' smash then get the scrilla, ready to blast with the realer/ And, Red, you already know that I pack my lead, remember what mama said, "don't be no fool, baby."/ Headknockas done paid they dues, baby/ And when you fuckin' with Layzie, we gon' make the game pay me/ Say we, take this mothafuckin' game up for hostage, and lay this mothafuckin' whole shit down, nigga
-Chorus-
-Caz-
See, I can get ya now, or I can hit ya later/ Fuck later, I hate later/ Nigga, there's no time greater/ Now, watch me pull up in this mothafucka thick/ Ain't no copper there, so ain't no mothafuckin' tricks nowhere with me/ And let me see if you can hang/ Well, if gangstas make the world go 'round, we're, nigga, pound for pound/ Nigga, we holdin' ground, and we ain't puttin' it down/ What's that sound?/ Four headknockin' bangas on your ass/ Caz smash the gas, and show these niggas off the turf, you ain't puttin' in work, so tip-toe and pull up your skirt/ I guarentee it hurts, Layzie, Menensky, Gangsta Red, real live niggas doin' biz, what?