Kill Em Off

Intro: Gonzoe
Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It's the Regime man welcome to our world
Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you know I'm ready, kill 'em off
Ready, let's do this s**t

Verse-1: Gonzoe
If you hate me, why don't you face me
If you love me, then embrace me
No words from me, I let the case speak
White sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first then his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowing, out the super sports showing
Our man power, make workers out of cowards
Focus leave a nigg* beans, smokin' every hour
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'
Gonzoe spend your money, for you b*tch as* can count it
Lovin' my Regime life, California violence
Put a nigg* in the ground, like I ambush the sirens
You pull me over; you get more then the drunk drivers
South Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw gang nigg*, Regime ridah

Chorus: Kris Kaliko
We catchin 'em slippin' and war ain't no big games
See they high, cause inside, I see you shivering
We pull them guns they run, when that lead came

Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris Kaliko
We kill 'em off (Echo)
Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh. Uh-Uh
Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne N9ne, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne
Ooooohh

Verse-2: Tech N9ne
Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, stress might be
Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the c*ck back nigg* not givin' a fk, press tightly
Then dip to the bay parlay with my nigg* Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud just broad knowledge
Hot bars from Oxnard to Park College
Part raw s**t, part hard, and part mobbage
Awkward s**t I spit, you got garbage (cha)
I've had it, you f*gg*ts, is mad at this (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it's inadequate (cha)
Attackers with jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and it's fact, this is immaculate (cha)
You slackers that got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)
You crackers we blacker than Shaq and ain't no master s**t (cha)
We scr*ppers and hackers who mash for this (cha)
Sack of magic s**t, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter b*tch

Chorus

Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris Kaliko
We Kill 'em Off

Verse-3: Yukmouth
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
Work till my nigg* age and they came so to break 'em all off
And sawed up, I'll rip ya jaw off
b*tch gettin hauled off
Chop off the kid of the mob boss
And watch this slowly fall off
nigg*..
They foundation crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm raise in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your office like Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm heartless
I'm on some don s**t most of my tracks horrifying
And gothic, 2Pacalypse profit, hot s**t, toxic
Mob s**t, Rap-A-Lot b*tch, we got it locked b*tch
fk them coppers we still representin' that block s**t
The mob we don't fk with no perpetrators or imitators
girls been to strangers play us haters can't infiltrate us
We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with elevators
Let the metal spray