Another classic...    [Chorus:2x]  Oh brother you don't know  What you gettin in to  You can't see, the gangsta in me  You don't know  What you gettin in to  You can't see, the angel in me    [Verse 1-Big Chan]  Its time for y'all to vacate the premises  Y'all chickens on shattered dreams, and broken promises  Not only do we mobb shit, the whole click bang on wax  We top doggs, and we came to run thangs, rearrange game  Baby its a West Coast thang till I vanish  Damnit, with a venegence I'm leavin the mic damaged  I'm peepin creepin keepin that pistol close by  So if you bitches think I'm slippin  When I step you hos die  Rest in peace to the departed, don't even start shit  Cause when its time to put in work  By doin some dirt Chan is cold hearted  Now flip my magna script, and trip on the lunatic  And duck, cause when I'm buckin I just flip and fuck who I hit  Uh, I been started that hoodsta, hoodsta shit  Way back when I did pass it on bitch  Now y'all followed like dick to cock  I'm out the Dogg House, and our block is hot  Y'know    [Chorus:2x]    [Verse 2-Conyiac]  He stay embetted in my palm situation paralus  Lyrical on lawful slaughter whole calabry get crushed  Conyiac mutilatin shake fake niggas and hos  Hard speak threw they Escos(its murder for the next ho)  Get defeated wit slow guns I got cremated intentions  And stand P like demon night, policy no extentions  Where verbal projectiles oppenets get x-ed out  Approach wit lint(in combat we brutal wit contact)  D.Angels entered the torcher and cracked the concrete  We resultin devalations long as clip and big as heat  Did you know nigga what, that the game done took a twist  Cause the Dogg House haffled the noros out the mist  Accoutin heat to retreat fericious please believe  Unseen to my competter, I'm six steps ahead of ya  Ready from the git go, blaw!I let my shit go  Labeled a fatal on very special acts to X.O.    Hey Hey Hey Hey[Repeat 15x]    [Chorus:2x]    [Verse 3-Kola]  I be that thug, M-I-S-S- open yo chest  Half a bird in my breast pushin weight on the southwest  I be that hoodster, under estimated discuffle clear the surface  When I reach inside my duffle and buffled  I be that loc, repulsive wit the vocals I quote  Wit hit rocks, got yo dick rock ain't even spoke  I be that hard, that bitches wanna serve on south  Scoop ya man cause he said that he can fuck all night  I be that angel, competive strangle  My CEO is a gangsta, thats how we bang ho  Niggas label me a bitch when I smash on they crew  Watch yo duck when I buck bitch I be that too  I be that ridah, niggas ain't just a test  Till I heat em in the cerebral nigga died in his vest  Ultimate in this vocal shit, sick wit this flow  Dogg House represent till I rest, what you don't know    [Chorus:2x]    Hey Hey Hey[Repeat 35x]