Kill Us All

Circle Of Bosses, Cash Over Bitches Crip Or Blood, Conducting Organized Business Controlling Our Block, Cartel Of Ballers Cussin' Out Broads, and we Crossin' Over Bridges This is how we do it on the motherfuckin' eastside Sippin' dat liquor, my nigga higher than a G5 Keepin' them automatic weapons whenever we ride Hit 'em up with that C.O.B. like Crooked trippin' on Hennessy and Patron Light 'em up, hit the enemy with the chrome Julius Luciano, my nigga Kenny Siegel Andrew Dinero, Demetrius Capone JC'll give you three to the dome Sauce the boss, he puttin' weed in the bong Like Cheech did with Chong and my nigga Big Style Got the keys to the beach better creep when it's on Just talked to Trey D on the phone He told me Crooked get the keys to the brome(?) It's yo turn, take a seat on the throne Where you belong and hold it to the cheese, come home Feels good to be a gangsta MC Boss of the west nigga, lord of the underground Everywhere I be my nina dip with me, better wear a vest cause the boy don't fuck around BRRRT stick 'em HA HA HA stick 'em Hit 'em in his face, send him in his space BRRRT stick 'em the triggas I'm finna pick'em til the pistols in my waist, put'em in they place You don't like it suck a motherfuckin' bozack BRAT BRAT for peelin' yo afro back Leave a nigga Kojak, freeze'em like a Kodak Fit to getcha shit I'm quick to hitcha it's the mista C-R uh-oh uh-oh You fuck with me, you better knuh-oh uh-oh Six feet deep, is where ya guh-oh uh-oh Rest in peace, that's fasho uh-oh I'm putting bullets in that heater, I'm filling that millimeter To the top of the clip, poppin' the drop and I dip I told ya, you would have to see the liters of the squeezers For poppin that shit, your head I drop in a ditch I'm apocalyptic, you got me twisted When I'm out east ima cock the biscuits When I'm in the midwest, we gon rock to this shit In the Dirty South ima knock a thick bitch Bust in a room, it's all cock and lipstick Sucked up every last drop of liquid She thought that I would fuck her, she was optimistic Maybe next time, now is not the business Cause a nigga gotta go, back to the west Packin' my bag, grabbin' my mac and my vest Got a trunk full of weed, speedin' on the freeway, no I don't need no map on this quest Cause I know what I'm doin, put a cat to the test Gat that'll clap, send'em after ya chest Two holes in your neck like I'm dracula yes You askin' for me nigga, you ask for the BEST