Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm ready to make a murder scene happen Pimp-slapping demons and packing Unload clips, reload and sink ships like a captain You act like you be knowing when a G be rapping Running from the scene while O.R.C playas be gangsta scrapping Now hold up cause they done did it, diss the lyric I spitted Even though I know you and your crew ain't even gonna admit it (Now slow down T, this is family They mess with you, they mess with me) and also E (Why?) cause this is O.R.C Lyrically I be coming with ski masks out the bushes With chainsaws and axes Dragging these demons while their blood gushes I'ma jack these demons, playa, one by one They call me Big Daddy Kane (why?) cause I gets the job done Now watch me jack these demons, hit em with a gat Show em how a real G supposed to act Smuggling Bibles instead of gats Rolling drop top Cadillacs Putting it down on street corners and shows For all my foes, thug riders and patnas on death row Really though [Chorus] Bone be the one wit the gun in his hand Demons trying to kill him, cause them no like him Smuggling Bibles to countries filled with Communism Trying to preach them the Word and convert to Christian [2x] [Verse 2] Trying to reach them pimps and thugs Curb servers moving them major drugs Gang banging Rollin' 60s Crips and the Piru Bloods One love to all the preachers on the street corner Two dubs for all my riders out in California Peace to my partners out in Frisco, San Jose East Palo Alto, Sacramento Fresno, Vallejo, Richmond, San Leandro Oakland, Hayward, Los Angeles, San Diego Ya'll know, the Golden State full of hate and drama Marijuana and thugs that shoot a quien las da la gana Most got both hands on they Desert Eagle Gotta watch your back cause here in California killing's legal Rollin Regals, Impalas, Caddies and them El Caminos Hitting switches, best beware of all them hating snitches Taking pictures of west coast Cali sunsets Streets infested with all them gang banging ghetto vets, no regrets My partners dying over them gangs and sets Having sex with girls in miniskirts and pink barrettes, what's next Sick of Techs and all them yellow birds Smell of herb, and playboys sipping on the Thunderbird I'll scream until I'm heard Preach the Word in every alley, crack and ghetto curb With the beats and verbs anointed by the might God I serve [Chorus]