In the nighttime, I don't write rhymes I killa
Niggas rapping thinking that shit is cool, but the fact is I do this for reala
Don't be caught at the bus stop with no weapons
Stuck if you gotta hit the fence real quick then fucked if a nigga bust in your section
I'm from the west coast where you never know when's your death day
Blood niggas, and Crip niggas, and eses with the Little niggas thirteen years old taking knives to triple OGs and shit
Everybody said Fuck everybody so now everybody put to sleepin' shit
Take another mission, I will get offended if you do not make a trip with me
I could be alone by myself, but I still represent for the All stay lit for the brainsick
Oh yeah we got Crip niggas too
Oh yeah we got eses too
Oh yeah we got too
Mexican Disciples and the Latin Kings, oh yeah we got Vice Lords too
Indians and the motorcycle gangs, oh yeah we got bikers too
Motherfuckas that'll get ready up to mack, and then hunt ya
Niggas who ain't ever playing, but how can you play when all they ever say is:
Nigga you a monster
Everybody said
Fuck everybodySo now everybody put to sleep in' shit
From under the bed
Teeth up in your back
Everybody said
Fuck everybody
So now everybody put to sleep in' seatBehind you in the dark
Reaper to the max
Everybody said
Fuck everybodySo now everybody put to sleep in' shit
From under the bed
Teeth up in your back
Everybody said
Fuck everybody
So now everybody put to sleepin' shit
(If flesh is best when bloody)
Make a mess, and yes it's funny
You are death the rest are running
Your a monster
It's reloading and relocating
Stay strap down with some shit that'll cave your face in
They try to knock me down, but I won't fall
Catch your ass in traffic, and I bet your jaw get blowed off
They say you blessed, and you're here for a reason
I say yup, yeah I know thats to leave theses niggas bleedin
Ain't no passes, just hundred round drums and caskets
get burnt to ashes
Block monster
Yeah I'm that double cinnamon rolls for you don't-knows
Ain't no tapping out, this the life I chose
That's why I'm Better ask the streets if I'm a motherfucking rap nigga
And I put the wrap on the chicken, put some wings on that bitch
Cuz where I be at avenue with It's scary walking to school where there's dudes with blue flags
Come through and clack-clack at any nigga standing around when the shit Get brainwashed by your double OGs by the time you turn twelve you a B-L-double O-D
Rob Zombie like shit, Stephen King'll that's a urban survival tip
Labeled a terrorist Can't get a job, can't leave the town, so a nigga's bound to Psychologically made me an animal, I even shoot at a bitch
So to keep from being locked up, I lay low like the lochness
Cuz it's hard being around niggas that act like

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