| Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It’s the Regime man welcome to our world
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| Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you know I’m ready, kill 'em off
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| Ready, let’s do this shit
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| If you niggaz hate me, why don’t you face me If you love me, then embrace me No words from me, I let the case speak
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| White seats all on your block, who callin’the shots
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| We hit Batman first in this faculty drop
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| I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em
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| Had the whole ports glowing, out the super sports sowing
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| I’m mad power, make workers out of cowards
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| Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin’every hour
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| Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the powder
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| Home spots get surrounded, whatever breathin’we jailin'
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| Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass quit tellin'
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| Lovin’my Regime life, California violence
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| Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the sirens
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| You pull me over; |
| you get more then the drunk drivers
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| South Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
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| Outlaw gang nigga, Regime ridah
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| We catchin 'em slippin’and war ain’t no big games
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| See they high, cause inside, I see you shivering
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| We pull them guns they run, when that lead came
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| We kill 'em off (Echo)
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| Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh. |
| Uh-Uh
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| Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne N9ne, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne
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| Ooooohh
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| This moment I don’t know who to trust, stress might be Demons commin’on me tight while I bust, yes likely
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| Load the cock back nigga not givin’a fuck, press tightly
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| Then hit to the bay park late with my nigga Yuk, and get high-fiend
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| This odd god is not fraud it’s broad knowledge
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| Hot bars from arks snarls to punk college
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| Park raw shit, park hard, we park my bitch
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| Awkwards and I spit, you got garbage (jump)
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| I’ve had it, you faggots, is mad at this (jump)
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| You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it’s inadequate (jump)
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| Attackers with jackets making the bat and back a bit (jump)
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| You rappers is whack and this factor is immaculate (jump)
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| You slackers that got in the back to the red and black of it (jump)
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| You crackers we blacker then Shaq and ain’t no master shit (jump)
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| We scrappers and hackers who mast for this (jump)
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| Sack a magic shit, feel the franticness (jump)
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| Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch
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| We Kill 'em Off
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| We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
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| Work till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off
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| Its so dope I’ll rip ya jaw off
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| Big niggaz gettin hard off
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| Chop off the kid of the mob boss
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| And watch this slowly fall off
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| Nigga.
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| They foundation crumble in the concrete jungle
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| I’ll raise in the struggle, ready to rumble
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| Shapin’bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
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| But I’m loud and obnoxious; |
| Bomb your office like Bin-Laden
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| We kill 'em off with the choppers, I’m heartless
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| I’m on some don shit most of my tracks horrifying
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| Adopted, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit, toxic
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| Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked bitch
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| Fuck them coppers we still representin’that block shit
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| The mob we don’t fuck with no perpetrators and imitators
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| Bitches been to strangers play us haters can’t infiltrate us We getting’hell of paper, and cribs with elevators
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| Let the metal spray (Ad-Libs) |