Street War

[Intro: Crisis]
Wet ya mothafuckin' throat with this shit
Yo, yo, you better play what I say
I know about you niggas...
Yo, yo

[Verse 1: Crisis tha Sharpshooter]
I roll with builders, thug niggas, drug dealers and blood spillers
Poverty made killers who drink liquor, blaze niggas
In the struggle, since it's hustle to juggle, niggas will bust you
To oppress you they don't slap box or wrestle, we pulling pistols
In Killa Cal, where niggas is foul and killers prowl
We give you banging nasty talk and then mack in mafia style
Flip hoods for miles, bitches is wild, snitches exiled
From the blocks where teenagers hold Glocks putting it down
Young niggas who's live, wilding out like wild Indian tribes
Known to ride, let them fly, plus homicide when they collide
Peace to niggas from the Rock, old lime of lime, on the grind with nines
At Crunch Time, fuck one time, we busting lunch-lines
There's no remorse, all the North of course could never touch mine
Move as one, stay in one mind, that makes the Sun shine

[Interlude: Rugged Monk]
Sun shine... the sun stay shinin', nigga...

[Verse 2: Rugged Monk]
Ayo, I strike fast, throw 'em a bloodbath off a Dutch bag
A street path, what I live, since a young kid
Yo, let me find out, they're trippin' on the squad, frontin' on the God
House niggas, bitch made marks with no heart
For the God-U, quick to pop shit, they never bust it
Just a sidekick, bustas from the ho ass click
Oh yeah, I seen your ho ass when you roll past
Tryna front like you didn't see me fit up your dash
Dash in the past, still ain't forgot when y'all blast
But I'ma keep it movin', fuck that, we got to get a fair one
I smash fleets, my niggas live the street life
Stay out past the street lights, pack heats to smash mic's
Slash these last nights, the Black Knights...

[Chorus: Doc Doom]
Yo, we hold heat for these urban street wars, stuck in the ghettoes
Where more souls get washed away than sea shells up on the sea shore
So before, you step to your door, you best look both ways
'Cause gun play could leave your physical faster than sun rays

[Verse 3: Holocaust]
You've now entered a parallel realm, can't let your gun rest
You might catch two or three slugs before the Sun sets
Went unslept, rudely awakened by rounds of shots
Here there's death around the corner and Hell just down the block
In the form of a small white rock, we fight cops
Empty Glocks non-stop from Compton, L.A. to Watts
Niggas drop in these tragic gun battles, live short lives
Black Knights on a deadly horse ride straight out the North Side
Of Long Beach, ain't shit sweet, we keep straps
Scared to go home, the roaches so big they eat rats
Streets packed...

[Interlude: Doc Doom]
These ghetto streets is packed, gotta keep yo' gat... yo...

[Verse 4: Doc Doom]
Up in L.A., where it's Kill or Be Killed, urban street Killing Fields
Where weak niggas get caught and squealed for deals, babies be packing steel
Actin' like they real as fuck, set you up to wet you up for minor bucks
That's why when I'm rolling I keep my heater tucked
It's real here, bitch niggas get smacked for showing fear here
The Wild West renowned for busting straps, making all blocks clear
Gunplay is what my niggas do from avenue to new
Today I turned around, it seems like yo, I done lost a few
Homies to this gang shit
And I don't even know why all of my niggas get trapped up in the same shit
Are we really the Lost Angels from Los Angeles
The land of the rough, tough, low down and scandalous
Or are we peaceful people that just live up in these medieval times?
Which to survive we got to grind and keep nines
This shit is fucked up, where I come from, these rough and gritty streets of Compton
Got me on the verge to murder somethin'

[Chorus: Doc Doom]
Yo, we hold heat for these urban street wars, stuck in the ghettoes
Where more souls get washed away than sea shells up on the sea shore
So before, you step to your door, you best look both ways
'Cause gun play could leave your physical faster than sun rays
Yo, we hold heat for these urban street wars, stuck in the ghettoes
Where more souls get washed away than sea shells up on the sea shore
So before, you step to your door, you best look both ways
'Cause gun play could leave your physical faster than sun rays

[Outro: Doc Doom]
This shit is real hot on these streets
Get smacked up for showin' fear
I'm tellin' you, it's real, nigga!
You know? Knock up, guard ya grill, tight shit
Doc Doom, Holocaust, the Rugged Monk, Crisis tha Sharpshooter
Black Knights, deadly four horsemen
The Fantastic Four at ya door
Keep watchin' out, yaknowImean? (gunplay)
Fuckin' like wild boars out in these ghetto streets
Ghetto fleece catch heat from the gunplay
Keep heat... yeah... niggas dyin'
KnowImean? Tote your iron, tote your iron
Gunshots firing, sirens, all that
In the ghetto streets of L.A., that's where I come from (I know)