We came to drop these styles; it's no shock   We rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop      We come from psycho cities and blocks   We're raisedby gunshots low life in hip hop      Despite the rules I choose to be, one of the choosen few   Leavin you confused, dazed and what got you all amazed   How the fuck we could be so blazed?    It takes one block to fill your life with terror   Think of all your bullet holes embedded in your area   Bullet, bullet and in the end, who gets shot   By motherfuckers making hip hop?    We came here to get you high, represent underdogs world-wide   On the hustle leading crooked lives   We don't die, we multiply; but we divide   So how are we gonna survive?    You got your role, I got mine; don't cross paths   Cause an intersection's just another form of clash, we crash      Due to violent environments, crimes terrorize rhyme events   I'm bringing the streets to the stage, rockin your front page   L.a., street families are crumblin we legacies   There must be some type of way out of this pain   Said the joker chain smokin weed train   Take aim stop random cappin, shoot a hootah captain      Chorus:      We came to drop these styles, it's no shock   We rock 'til the cops come and rock non-stop   Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks?    The psycho realm's spraying out your box   We come from psycho cities and blocks   We're raised by gunshots and low life in hip-hop   Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks?    We come from psycho cities and blocks      Will spirits dancing in the flesh accept   When somebody changes the music and the tune is death   We don't dance around bonfires   We get stoned, tripped or wired   In memory of those expired   My people's exodus results in prejudice   You ask us why, in poverty, we become terrorists   Now let me tell you this: we don't choose to tote gats   And sellin on the corner is to avoid tax   If you gun talk or hip-hop there's too much division   So find a new mission or it'll stop   We do our thing, talk slang, live on fast lanes   Some do it for money, and others for the fame   You're out playin games dangerous with high aim   How long will you maintain before you get slain?       Clearing the mind but my soul is mad   Tendency to act real bad   Come across me don't c.o.m.e. out at n.i.g.h.t.   Yeah, we the fuckin crazy youth from the streets freely   You see me pelon psyclone delivering a metal rainstorm      Chorus