i want them 20 dollar pores bwoy get your sharp sticks we re going to la la land we re going to the moon we re going to serve these motherfuckers tonight boy you got your shit bitch ass nigga you want static yo go get the homeboys we got a meeting at the park don t be late they say the streets ain t safe no more for us youngsters take the chance to achieve and live the life of a busta gather up all the matter yeah we multiply many hood stories told we analyze see we bang for this colour and only this colour kill any colour that ain t our colour get it in your head what s done what s done said embalmed on the wall for all my homies that s dead i can t forget you homie drinkin and smoking because i m lonely blastin all these motherfuckers cause they phony my heart flooded with anger deep inside but who cares life is dead we banging like soldiers so beware if you scared then we torture the for what the fuck you done done jump across these niggas so now the war is on we rob strapped busting until they all drop shit we actually blowing your bitch ass off the block so keep your glock clocked sucker for when i come through dump around something now your homies is nothing 20 seconds til death weed alcohol on my breath you looking for your fucking homies ain t none left hangin out with my niggas real street niggas they hearts is cold hear bust them triggers taping flicks pictures modifying the street life drinking liquer shermed out high as a kite intoxication ain t feeling that you can feel when the cops drive by suddenly and they was out to kill  yeah tell your homeboy that dead on sight everytime we see y all bitch ass now i m shot barely made it killed four of my homies it s gang related now what s next for us we load up but keep adjust my set to murder so what the fuck yeah when i get wet they re ain t nothing i won t do so intoxicate your mind to something new always remeber revenge retaliation murder get back i m in the world on my own i will roam i gotta stay strong my motto you fuck with us you fucking get domed two days later niggas come back and sprayed us retaliation and get back this time just to face it we five cars deep we jet out as we creep blowing niggas hollering east side long beach my feud ain t with them other niggas it s with you got a gauge to your head nigga what you goin do handle my business for the cops come and get to snitching reaching to our destination so we can kick it nobody knows and we won t get caught continue stacking paper moving cavi on the block i thought you knew but now you know don t ever ever come around no more and why s that and why not cause it s my money and i mash for my block the gang daz dillenger taking all y all bitch ass niggas the fuck out you better watch out cuz here we come come we goin getcha getcha we going getch getcha we going getch getcha we ain t finshed finished we goin getcha getcha we going getch getcha we going getch getcha before the automatic hitsya hitsya we goin getcha getcha we going getch getcha we going getch getcha