ZONE TO the LOS

[Intro: CML]
CML nigga, Projeck Bo nigga, what's happening blood?
Bank'd Up nigga!

[Verse 1: CML]
We far different, thinking you bold
This F&H gon' explode (bwa!)
They let a nigga off parole, went and copped me a Rolls (facts)
Chase a nigga with this fully blood, and fuck up his clothes (bop bop bop bop)
We in the field politickin', from the zone to the Los (dead homies)
Fed up the wrong tree, bullets tear through his nose (clown)
Niggas talking 'bout they pimping, but they tricking with hoes (sucka)
When she seen that Rolls-Royce blood, you know that she chose (rrt)
The only thing that you can do for me is stick to the code (set)
From the Jack to the 'jects, blood the gang don't fold (woo)
Leave a nigga at the light when the gang unload (bwaka)
You ain't got to pat me down, you know I came with the pole (on the set)
And that bitch that you in love with blood, she came with the bro (hahahahaha)
We in the trenches politickin' from the streets to the prison (yuh)
Blood it's money over bitches and I'm still on the mission (still on a mission nigga)
Kill a rapper when I catch him, if I feel like he dissing (come here blood)
Pop a perc and go to work, you know the 30s be tripping (30 Gang)

[Chorus: CML]
In the trenches politickin' from the zone to the Los
First nigga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes
Blood it's money over bitches, Ima stick to the code
From the 30s to the 50s bitch you know how it goes

In the trenches politickin' from the zone to the Los
First nigga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes
Blood it's money over bitches, Ima stick to the code
From the 30s to the 50s bitch you know how it goes

[Verse 2: Projeck Bo]
Projeck Bo bitch, I'm Bank'd Up for real
Hit a nigga hood back and forth like a drill
I ain't aiming for that vest, pop his head like a pill
Real project nigga blood, you niggas know the deal
Tapped in with CML, now shit getting real
From the Los to Iraq, all my niggas keep steel
Chase a sucka out the hood if I heard that he squeal
Catch him on the 4 block yeah my niggas trill
No sneak dissing, we gon' pull up and get him
Drop a whole 100, so you know Ima hit him
Like a dollar with my brother, whole head Ima split
Now I'm thugging in Iraq, little bitch is fucking back
Foreign whips in the back, every car two straps
If you reach for my chain, get your stupid ass whacked
Call my brother Koopa Bang, leave your head on the flame
If you reach for my chain, get your stupid ass whacked
Lil woof pulled up, in that Benz grand black
We was just on Melrose, spent a couple racks
We wasn't in that bitch naked, all my niggas had straps
On the block with them Starz, bitch we shining like a lamp

[Chorus: CML]
In the trenches politickin' from the zone to the Los
First nigga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes
Blood it's money over bitches, Ima stick to the code
From the 30s to the 50s bitch you know how it goes

In the trenches politickin' from the zone to the Los
First nigga disrespecting, bullets rip through his clothes
Blood it's money over bitches, Ima stick to the code
From the 30s to the 50s bitch you know how it goes