[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!...