| We live in Long Beach baby. | 
| Death Valley, Cali baby. | 
| («Oh yeah!») | 
| Our time is nowwwwww. | 
| Our time is NOWWWWWW («Oh yeah!») | 
| We live in Long Beach baby | 
| Anybody killa? | 
| MASS MURDER | 
| Death Valley, Cali baby | 
| Anybody killa? | 
| MASS MURDER | 
| My tactics extract morbid thoughts from the mental | 
| Custom designed for the instrumental | 
| Yes indeed-d-dy, lyrical graffiti | 
| And this one’s a burner, baby | 
| Truck like Toyota | 
| Driven, to a livin, drivin, with the gat | 
| Uhh! | 
| Pop the clutch and let the cold crush rush | 
| Then I flush wack material | 
| That’s if I don’t mash the marks to mush | 
| Now hush, let me brush, damn I gush | 
| Cock, d-d-diesel cuts | 
| Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic | 
| Now shut up punks, I want +Silence+ from you +Lambs+ | 
| Then I slams you with +Cape Fear+ | 
| I dump hardrocks like dump trucks that I deliver | 
| Death right to your doorsteps | 
| Loc' up yoke get broke up like the chronic | 
| Twisted, rolled up, and SMOKED | 
| We live in Long Beach baby | 
| Anybody killa? | 
| MASS MURDER | 
| Death Valley, Cali baby | 
| Anybody killa? | 
| MASS MURDER | 
| I fly off in your party like stealth bomber, troop | 
| Eject before the wreck, crash boom bash! | 
| Can you say, US Air, flight 427 | 
| Am I a quitter, nigga? | 
| No survivors, not none, not one | 
| Only thing livin is the maggots and the flies | 
| Then I cause casualties, casually, annually | 
| The manual be I flip scripts to A-U-T-O-matic | 
| Think about the words of those who want static | 
| Leave 'em lyin limp in clean free sheets | 
| Long Beach, coroner, cling free sheets | 
| Cling free beats, so why you still clingin? | 
| It’s the beats, and this time with the rhyme | 
| I’mma kick the style like Na-di-a, Comăneci | 
| Round off has me do a triple somersault | 
| Fools be comin up short — hazardous! | 
| Bend, I send, havin this | 
| — repeat 2X | 
| Our time is nowwwwww. | 
| Our time is nowwwwww. | 
| («Oh yeah!») |