[Intro]
[Verse 1: C-BO]
You say that I'm toughest, you say that I'm the one
No matter the category, can't compare me to none
The boy say he hooder than me, no he lying
He wanna be hooder than me, then n***a keep trying
You know where I'm from and I don't carry a rag
And all the sh** that I've done and I dont care to brag
And when it come to beef I take it by the slab
Make the p**y retreat and all I throw is a jab
I represent the streets, my little homies in the ave'
Come around stunting, and they'll take what you have
Put it in the bag, jury in the cask
Once you lose your respect, there goes your ghetto pa**
Be a dead man walking, all you gotta do is try em'
Turn a n***a into shark meat, I bet they'll never find em'
Call me the boogeyman, I'm always behind em'
Forty or the four-five or tek-nine em'
[Hook C-BO & WC]
I can here you screaming murder
(murder murder)
187 and it's murder (murder)
(C-BO and WC we know)
Then they give a n***a life cause it's murder (murder)
I can here you screaming murder
(murder murder)
1-8-7 and it's murder (murder)
(all I hear, all I am, all I know)
Then they give a n***a life cause it's murder (murder)
I can here you screaming murder
[Verse 2: WC]
n***as be yelling they all in
Blue when the police come around, you n***as be talkin'
Thats why I stroll slow solo
Police reports is a no-no, I talk with the fo-fo
Dubcudda, lie you in your casket
Sock the lenses out your designer gla**es
The west of the imperial, gun with no serial
O-G, but keep it H-double-O-D, to the O-D
n***as can't f** with me, but f** with me
And I literally bury you ba*tards
Leave you chest down, with your head backwards
I stay strapped, so get it understood
Before this rap sh**, I was f**ing with the hood
Them other n***as rappers, dub is the server
The opposite of d**h, loc I live for the murder
You know the G-code, 1-8-7 is the penal
Dub and C-BO
[Hook]
[Verse 3: C-BO]
Ya, I'm rolling through the hood with the strap on me
When I see this n***a Im'ma kidnap homie
Duct tape clap, it's a grand rap homie
Then toss him off in the river, just like that homie
Born k**as, nine milli's that handle mine
Play with me, you play with your life and I dont gamble mine
I'm from a set, where we wet em' just for their shoe strings
You might think it's f**ed up, but this is how do things
South side Sacramento dont stop in it
The maniac deuce nine, the block get it
When it come to the lick, we like to forty things
And i've been ali baba ever since the hood caughted me
Bandannas and big cannons we f**ing g's
Ak's and banana clips for the enemies
So go hard or n***a just go the f** home
If you ain't putting bodies in the bag, then get the f** home
[Hook]