Do you even know the reason for your blastin'?    It's pointless. you grab your stainless, do your action he stay's motionless   Because of your error, they label this era terror   Drop the coke and the mirror keep your nose clearer   The outcome of what you've done shook slums of rivals   From other sides with guns, soldier, and knives   You took one of their lives and finished it   Now they decide they want to retaliate   Find you ass and even shit   In memory of lost souls, in honor of their homeboys   Dying here in south los   Now don't even decide you want to hide   If they find whothey're looking for, they shoot whoever's inside   Your little street family   They drive by your block and shot randomly   You thinks it's best to test   Lead 'em on a quest not cease   And in the end let one of your homeboys rest in peace      I'm looking for you, I'm gonna get you back   When I catch you on the street slippin'   That ass is mine   Crazily all up in my face with your set trippin'   And that ass is mine   Ahh sit murder clique jumping from behind the fence   And that ass is mine   The big payback I'm gonna get you muthafucka   That ass is mine   I'm living in southside, avoiding my death   With cautious steps   I might end up serving a point for someone's rep   That's why a gun is kept I will employ it's services   If I need to stop their plot from being murderous   Can't be a victim of fool who stick 'em   They walk through life with the wicked smiles and piles of loot   Don't hesitate to shoot in the quest for dead residents   They're getting rich at the expense of dead presidents   A lot of rascals causing deep fiascoes      If you come across 'em avoid 'em; their mentality is   Blast those who ain't down with me   They got something I want and I'll take it   If they resist it's permanent sleep   Don't try to be brave; you'll end up in the grave   It's quite impossible to reform thosewho misbehave   Crooks who took will continue to take   Leave shook with no question and then break   No scene seems to break his trance of nice dreams   For visine disguises the red so his eyes gleam   Another situation will arise   Until the instigator takes his turn to die   In the south side      I'm looking for you, I'm gonna get you back   When I catch you on the street slippin'   That ass is mine   Crazily all up in my face with your set trippin'   And that ass is mine   Ahh sit murder clique jumping from behind the fence   And that ass is mine   The big payback I'm gonna get you muthafucka   That ass is mine