Oh no! murder, murder, murder
Busting at these n***as who claim to be hard
Murder, murder, murder
Come and blast dat n***a daz and act rude
Coming through, murdering fools who claim to be hard
Pulling your motherf**er's cords
Me, we're going back for you to say that
Prepare for battle, load the narrator with pay back
Knowing where you motherf**ers rest and hang at
I'm in long beach, where the gang bangers hang at
Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats
And asking for sh**, n***a, 'cause we're blasting
See, we're the gang, kicking just to maintain
Bang on n***as for a living, busting upon the selling corners
We on 'em just for twelve figures
Money, dope, cars and b**hes, to getting richer
[Chorus: x2]
Oh no, n***as just wanna get k**ed tonight
Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
n***as better pack you guns
Glocks are popping off like turbo
Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo sh**
Money busters lyrically in motion
About to whip a ? the east side coast and
I'm the one they love to hate with a pa**ion
I packs a blue steel, filled with sk**ed raps, blast it
Mc's get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
Heat seeking like a missile when I drop ya
Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping
I'm packing a rap while you say "why, what's happening? "
My mind is going deep, like money mister, doing all
You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all
It's critical, I'm thinking of a master plan
Come out with your sh** man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
Listen, money on a dirt mission
Creeping to the night, beating tight, Armageddon
[Chorus: x2]
Watch out, here I come
Battling motherf**ers till the break of dawn
Homeboy, ring the alarm
It's d-a to the z, dropping the formula
And every n***a that I know in californ-I-a
Dat n***a daz will come out and play
Busting on n***as with an ak
So any given day you want some
Come and get some, you don't want none
Why do we bang?
Why do we bang for a living? we just don't know
Now it's time to serve y'all b**hes a** n***as on an open platter
Yeah, ha ha
Fool, what n***a, you know that got your a** laying down?
You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone
I hate fake take away motherf**ers
I come up from the slums and I run, motherf**ers
No other than the gang, it's the slang and prosper
And bang us mobsters, while claiming oscars
While most n***as froze, they control their coast
They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to choke
Like Malone, be gone when the playoffs come
But I'm a stay off one, liable to spray off some
Ammunition, I handle missions one on one
n***as, come on, come and get their ? done
I'm the cannibal, the Hannibal lector of rap
A n***a steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
We're the gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain
We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change
[Chorus: x2]
Oh no