DeathRow N-Matez

Lyrics

[Intro: Daz Dillinger] Bitch you What's up? Ah, man, you know what I'm sayin' The nigga just stuck a nigga and shit Stuck that nigga all up, just stabbed the nigga What? Many new inmates don't realize they're prey until it's too late Ayo Nigga, open up our cell gates, nigga Nigga, open up the gate, nigga Bitch ass C.O.'s Just come with the shit [Verse 1: Daz Dillinger] Who that is with the niggas comin' just like that? (Dogg Pound) Revenge in them niggas, the inmates'll strike back (Brrow) Clash of the titans, colliding with my war tactics No introduction, we bustin', we headed right at 'em Murder and mayhem, scorchin', torchin' your whole town I move inside and spittin' rounds at you fuckin' clowns Fresh off the cell block, I rеgulate the area Causin' dеstruction, causin' mass hysteria Knuckle up, motherfucker, now if you want some (What's up?) Or you could bust your every shot just with your cap gun (Brrat) I'm on one, not like them other niggas, they be fakin' I keep it one hunnid, I'm burning niggas who be flamin' Aim at your dome, scope him out, I'm in my zone Cock it back, motherfucker, instantly they gone Head back to my cell where the gangsters dwell I do this shit for life, 25 wit' a L [Verse 2: Soopafly, RBX] Shit, you out your rabbit ass mind, what you smokin' on? Bitch nigga, you better watch your vocal tone (Why is that?) I'm the wrong nigga to focus on (Like that?) This is all business, scope is on Red light beam team back on the scene Action-packed with it, we craftmatic Ain't none of these chumps fuckin' wit' it, get lumped up Punks jump up to get beat down, quick slumped and bent over (Over) I'm a player, no pimp colder But let y'all niggas get out of line (It's over) X comes through with the boom-bam, the clip holder on his side Ridin' on niggas, poppin' that bitch on ya (On ya) I'm a advocate of gettin' yo' ass kicked Bitch want a boss nigga, well, bitch, you can have this dick I'm happy to oblige Put it down with Robin and three niggas on my side [Verse 3: RBX] Now, the first thing, hit you with the smell You be, "Oh Lord, I done caught a fast train to hell" Heart starts a-pumpin', it's time to get loose Chained up on a bus they call the Gray Goose Reception send a go active time Caught up in the grind, bet I push my line Black to the back, brown stay down That means drama so shit gon' move around We know they in the hood, we call them Aryans Green light flash means it's on again Stuck on stupid, y'all know the mood Cali mentality, some say I rude I don't give a fuck about you either, no breather And the dogs that I run with, not one retriever Metal to the concrete to get to point You run up throwin' joints, you get to point [Verse 4: Kurupt] Just walked in and I don't give a fuck The homies gave me game and laced my Chucks Knowing that on the streets I was a killer They laced me with the pruno and Camels, no filter Stampede, mollywhopped on the yard with the mollywhopper I ain't here for no trouble, just got caught up with the choppers Plus, the ghetto bird got the Thunderbird helicopter clipper Chipper, bag zipper, ripper Drippers, for the lowest, they got me proper Wing clipper, my nigga, just ask the coppers Soon as I walked on the yard, bodyguard, hard scarred Little as fuck, but I'm heated With all of the homies with me, I don't need it Last nigga spoke those words, he had to eat it So I kept the heat, and kept on struttin' I don't answer questions and don't say nothin' I see the Long Beach card, there go Daz and RB- X, Soopafly, and I heard Rage just got free [Outro] The Crip reveals his technique for shaking them down Any and everybody that ain't your friend is your enemy You got to eat If he refuses, it gets ugly I'll say it with aggression, with my face expression Slap him, or just grab him by his throat Choke him for a good ten, twelve seconds, and he'll come around