DeathRow N-Matez

[Intro: Daz Dillinger]
Bitch you
What's up? Ah, man, you know what I'm sayin'
The nigga just stuck a nigga and shit
Stuck that nigga all up, just stabbed the nigga
What?
Many new inmates don't realize they're prey until it's too late
Ayo
Nigga, open up our cell gates, nigga
Nigga, open up the gate, nigga
Bitch ass C.O.'s
Just come with the shit

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
Who that is with the niggas comin' just like that? (Dogg Pound)
Revenge in them niggas, the inmates'll strike back (Brrow)
Clash of the titans, colliding with my war tactics
No introduction, we bustin', we headed right at 'em
Murder and mayhem, scorchin', torchin' your whole town
I move inside and spittin' rounds at you fuckin' clowns
Fresh off the cell block, I regulate the area
Causin' destruction, causin' mass hysteria
Knuckle up, motherfucker, now if you want some (What's up?)
Or you could bust your every shot just with your cap gun (Brrat)
I'm on one, not like them other niggas, they be fakin'
I keep it one hunnid, I'm burning niggas who be flamin'
Aim at your dome, scope him out, I'm in my zone
Cock it back, motherfucker, instantly they gone
Head back to my cell where the gangsters dwell
I do this shit for life, 25 wit' a L

[Verse 2: Soopafly, RBX]
Shit, you out your rabbit ass mind, what you smokin' on?
Bitch nigga, you better watch your vocal tone (Why is that?)
I'm the wrong nigga to focus on (Like that?)
This is all business, scope is on
Red light beam team back on the scene
Action-packed with it, we craftmatic
Ain't none of these chumps fuckin' wit' it, get lumped up
Punks jump up to get beat down, quick slumped and bent over (Over)
I'm a player, no pimp colder
But let y'all niggas get out of line (It's over)
X comes through with the boom-bam, the clip holder on his side
Ridin' on niggas, poppin' that bitch on ya (On ya)
I'm a advocate of gettin' yo' ass kicked
Bitch want a boss nigga, well, bitch, you can have this dick
I'm happy to oblige
Put it down with Robin and three niggas on my side

[Verse 3: RBX]
Now, the first thing, hit you with the smell
You be, "Oh Lord, I done caught a fast train to hell"
Heart starts a-pumpin', it's time to get loose
Chained up on a bus they call the Gray Goose
Reception send a go active time
Caught up in the grind, bet I push my line
Black to the back, brown stay down
That means drama so shit gon' move around
We know they in the hood, we call them Aryans
Green light flash means it's on again
Stuck on stupid, y'all know the mood
Cali mentality, some say I rude
I don't give a fuck about you either, no breather
And the dogs that I run with, not one retriever
Metal to the concrete to get to point
You run up throwin' joints, you get to point

[Verse 4: Kurupt]
Just walked in and I don't give a fuck
The homies gave me game and laced my Chucks
Knowing that on the streets I was a killer
They laced me with the pruno and Camels, no filter
Stampede, mollywhopped on the yard with the mollywhopper
I ain't here for no trouble, just got caught up with the choppers
Plus, the ghetto bird got the Thunderbird helicopter clipper
Chipper, bag zipper, ripper
Drippers, for the lowest, they got me proper
Wing clipper, my nigga, just ask the coppers
Soon as I walked on the yard, bodyguard, hard scarred
Little as fuck, but I'm heated
With all of the homies with me, I don't need it
Last nigga spoke those words, he had to eat it
So I kept the heat, and kept on struttin'
I don't answer questions and don't say nothin'
I see the Long Beach card, there go Daz and RB-
X, Soopafly, and I heard Rage just got free

[Outro]
The Crip reveals his technique for shaking them down
Any and everybody that ain't your friend is your enemy
You got to eat
If he refuses, it gets ugly
I'll say it with aggression, with my face expression
Slap him, or just grab him by his throat
Choke him for a good ten, twelve seconds, and he'll come around