Yo?"

"What's up?"

"Ay what's up nigga?"

"Guess what nigga?"

"What?"

"I done found them niggas."

"You done found 'em?"

"Fa sho."

"No shit?"

"And guess where they at?"

"Where they at?"

"In yo hood."

"Oh it's on."

"Nigga you need to get down here now."

"I'm on my way."



What? They done shot yo baby momma what?!

Aw shhh

Ah man, oh no it's gonna be (?) these niggas up man

Real ballsy shit

Yo, real ballsy partner

I ain't got nothin' else to live for man

What else is there to be for?

These niggas want war or somethin'?

You strapped? Come on, let's get these fools!



(Rap by Daz Dillinger)

I'm rollin’ through the streets, me and my homeboys watered out

See me with it on everything, that's what we talkin’ 'bout

Plottin’, jackin’, murder, robberies we specialize in that

We'll make our pockets fat, weed, pistols and crack

As a gangster livin’ it up, growin’ up in a scandalous town

Automatic weapons wanna spray the town, lay the gang down

Hangin’ out bangin’ all around, smackin’ fools in they mouth no doubt

Showin’ these fools what we all about

Big clout and money, that's what we all about

You see we die for this color, money, respect and honor

Serious about this game, kill for pennies and dollars

I'm crucial and brutal to those that test

Wanna be a G, represent the set

See this ain't nothin’ new homeboy, see we ain't got stupid yet

See we the finest of the finest and the bossest and bossest

Doin’ what we do, major clout and so we flossin’

Get the fuck out the way, cuz here we come homeboy

And my niggas don't play

TQ



I’m up at moms house taped up

3 months re-habilitating finally got my weight back up

She told me "I’m gonna pray to God that you’ll be alright"

That’s my only mama nigga, she knows what’s on my mind

You shot my girlfriend when she was 3 months

There went my children found out it was more than one

You’ve got me lamping and I can’t move as fast

But I swear on baby grave that I’m gonna get that ass

What about my little sister, she use to get good grades

But now she’s paranoid goin’ to school with a 38

Now how much of this do you think I’m gonna take

Nigga I’m comin’ back



(Hook)

All I’m sayin’ is you betta not go to sleep

I’m coming to get you Nigga you made too big of mess

I’m comin’ back –

And you betta watchin’ everyone you meet

Might not the one who stick ya

It could be one of your friends

I’m comin’ back

I won’t lay down before you do that’s on me

I’m tellin’ you fuck what you’ve been thinking

All I’m saying is you betta not go to sleep

I’m waiting to hit ya

I’m coming back …



Friday nite again and I get a new Benz

Bus’ a left on 120th – I see you slippin’

This niggas’ in my hood tell me how can this be

Gotta thank the Lord for sending this blessin’ down to me

I get my clock ready, Beenie can’t shoot this time

As much as I been feelin’ and dreamin’ this mutha fuckers mine

I let my heat fly, I see him fallin’ down

And all I’m hearing is ‘’K-Plaw, K-Plaw, Paw Paw’’

After the smoke clears I hear a baby screamin’

I’m tryin’ to figure out but all I see is demons

Father forgive me if I hurt this child let die tonight

Walk up to the Beemer see the kids alright

I hand him to his cryin’ mama tell her turn away

Somebody punch up Daddy’s number and it’s Judgement Day

For anybody askin’ questions you didn’t even see my face

Or else I’m comin’ back



(Hook)



(Rap by Kurupt)

Yeah, this for all y'all bitch ass niggas

If you gonna blast, then blast

If you gon’ think, think fast

I'm movin’ emotion, a double dosage of dolja

Give (?) a nigga ride his ride, slip slide

Dash, slide slash cop, fuck aimin’ blast

Blast dash, dash stash, that's for Daz

TQ what the fuck they really wan do?

Like they don't know a thing about me and you

Don't trip, don't act a ass, don't do shit unless you down to blast

G dog rollin’ with pounds of hash

Forty cal colt in the back a stash

Never go to sleep, better not tweak

Punk what the fuck, TQ Kurupt, mash and dash

Two hits and pass, first to last

Bound to bounce, I'm a round em up then I'm a round em out

I'm a blaze an ounce, I'm a blaze a stick

I'm a hit em with some gangsta shit

Cigarettes then joints dip

Fears pierce and shit when the AK spit

Gangstas

(Hook – 2x