yoc life or no life that s the way i m livin northern cali style ain t no bullshitin yeah antioch tales up in this motherfucker and i mma let it be known it don t matter what town you from there s killaz everywhere wanna nut up sucka what up run up punk or shut up cause i mma put a slug in your lung and have you coughin blood up cause i m fed up with these suckaz talkin threats behind my back but when you see me you avoid me punk you said you gonna snap i ain t no heavyweight so demonstrate your plan to bust my grill i guess you heard it through the grapevine that norteno woodie kills i ain t tryin to knock your teeth out i m tryin to blow your brains out with a tre five sev i ll leave your skull hollow and body laid out it s that yoc life that got me like this ain t no point in me to fight it my veins are pumpin a virus and i call it homicidus for my scrap killin tendencies ain t lookin for no remedies i m thinkin of ways to get more straps to execute my enemies the apd wanna see the end of me so i gotta watch my step i take back roads and speak in code cause phone calls they will intercept and i bet they re posted down the block with black binocs stakin out the spot if shit gets hot their scope is on my knot i still plot strategies of dissipating gun powder hit that block wit an sk chop and watch these hollow tips devour best be able to walk where you talk don t highside dank and liquor got ya feelin brave you gonna die how you speak of my death i m callin your bluff so before you issue threats be prepared to back it up that evilness prevails can t you tell follow them bloody trails that i left behind you ll find my life is full of wicked tales dirty deeds fulfill my needs of tragedies to enemies beggin me for mercy on their knees before the triggaz squeezed creepin through the cuts man that yoc life got me nuts got me juiced and gettin looser than the pussy of a slut i ll break you off a fatal shot to show what i m about don t underestimate cause that s how most these fools get taken out a tre five sev will spread a suckaz guts across the block a 22 will break his skull and rattle up his knot either way he s gonna die if my intent is homicide he could have 45 calibers but only got one life i know you killaz feel me that sickness got me pumped up and sucked up into fatal ways of dealin with what comes up it s fucked up but that s life and life now days just ain t right i m gonna live behind the trigger til i m in my gravesite so if you want me come and get me suckaz if you dare yeah i shot your homiez and you know what i don t fuckin care fuck ya ll and them haters too do or die i choose to do norte sidin ridin down your block woodie s comin through best be able to walk where you talk don t highside dank and liquor got ya feelin brave you gonna die how you speak of my death i m callin your bluff so before you issue threats be prepared to back it up 6