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[Crisis]

Wet ya mothafuckin' throat with this shit

Yo, yo, you better play what I say

I know about you niggas..


Yo, yo, I roll with realest thug niggas, plus villains and drug dealers

Poverty made killers who blaze niggas and drink liqour

In the struggle, since this hustle to juggle, niggas'll bust you

to oppress you they dont slapbox or wrestle, we pullin' pistols

In Killa Cal, where niggas is foul and killers prowl

we leave you ya bagged and nasty, darkened, in a mackin' mafia style

Flippin' hoods for miles, bitches is wild, snitches exiled

from the blocks where teenagers hold glocks, puttin' it down

Young niggas is live, wildin' out like wild Indian Tribes

Known to ride, let 'em fly, cause homicide when they collide

Peace to niggas from the Rock called lime o' lime

on the grinds with nines, at Crunch Time, fuck one time

We bustin' lunch-lines, there's no remorse

All the North of course could never touch mine

Move as one, stay in one mind could make the sun shine


[Monk]

Sun shine.. the sun stay shinin', nigga..

Ayo, I strike fast, throw 'em a bloodbath off a Dutch bag

A street path, what I live, since a young kid

Yo, let me find out, they're trippin on the squad

Frontin' on the God, house niggas, bitch made marks with no heart

For the God-U, quick to pop shit, they never bust it

Just a sidekick, bustas from the ho ass click

Oh yeah, I seen your ho ass when you roll past

Tryin' to front like you didn't see me fit up your dash

Dash in the past, still ain't forgot when ya'll blast

but I'ma keep it movin', fuck that, we gotta get a fair one

I smash fleets, my niggas live the street life

Stay out past the street lights, pack heats to smash mic's

Slash these last nights, the Black Knights..


[Chorus: Doc Doom]

Yo we hold heat for these urban street wars, stuck in the ghettoes

Where more souls get washed away than sea shells up on the sea shore

So before, you step to your door, you best look both ways

cuz gun play could leave ya physical faster than sun rays


[Holocaust (Doc Doom)]

You have now entered a parallel realm, can't let ya gun rest

You might catch two and three slugs, wait for the sun sets

Went unslept, rudely awakened by rounds of shots

Here there's death around the corner, and Hell, just down the block

In the form of a small white rock, we fight cops

Empty glocks non-stop from Compton, L.A. to Watts

Niggas drop, in these tragic gun battles live short lives (yeah)

Black Knights on a deadly horse ride straight out the North Side

of Long Beach, ain't shit sweet, we keep straps

Scared to go home, the roaches so big they eat rats (they eat rats)

Streets packed..


[Doc Doom]

These ghetto streets is packed, gotta keep yo' gat.. yo..

Up in L.A., where its Kill or Be Killed, urban street killin' fields

Where weak niggas get caught and squealed for deals

Babies be packin' steel actin' like they real as fuck

Set you up to wet you up for minor bucks

That's why when I'm rollin' I keep my heater tucked

It's real here, bitch niggas get smacked for showin' fear here

The wild west, renowned for bustin' straps, makin' all blocks clear

Gun play is what my niggas do from avenue to new day

I turn around, it seems like yo, I done lost a few homies to this gang shit

and I don't even know why all of my niggas get trapped up in the same shit

Are we really the lost angels from Los Angeles:

The land of the rough, tough, low down and scandelous

or are we peaceful people that just live up in these medievil times?

Which to survive we gotta grind and keep nines

This shit is fucked up, where I come from

These rough and gritty streets of Compton

Got me on the verge to murder somethin'


[Chorus x2 w/ ad-libs and some overlapping]


[Outro: Doc Doom]

This shit is real hot on these streets

Get smacked up for showin' fear

I'm tellin' you, it's real, nigga!

You know? Knock up, guard ya grill, tight shit

Doc Doom, Holocaust, the Rugged Monk, Crisis the Sharpshooter

Black Knights, deadly four horsemen

The Fantastic Four at ya door

Keep watchin' out, yaknowImean? (gun play)

Fuckin' like wild boars out in these ghetto streets

Ghetto fleece catch heat from the gun play

Keep heat.. yeah.. niggas dyin'

KnowImean? Tote ya iron, tote ya iron

Gunshots firin, sirens, all that

In the ghetto streets of L.A., that's where I come from (I know) 

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