Do you even know the reason for your blastin'?
It's pointless. you grab your stainless, do your action he stay's motionless
Because of your error, they label this era terror
Drop the coke and the mirror keep your nose clearer
The outcome of what you've done shook slums of rivals
From other sides with guns, soldier, and knives
You took one of their lives and finished it
Now they decide they want to retaliate
Find you ass and even shit
In memory of lost souls, in honor of their homeboys
Dying here in south los
Now don't even decide you want to hide
If they find whothey're looking for, they shoot whoever's inside
Your little street family
They drive by your block and shot randomly
You thinks it's best to test
Lead 'em on a quest not cease
And in the end let one of your homeboys rest in peace
I'm looking for you, i'm gonna get you back
When i catch you on the street slippin'
That ass is mine
Crazily all up in my face with your set trippin'
And that ass is mine
Ahh sit murder clique jumping from behind the fence
And that ass is mine
The big payback i'm gonna get you muthafucka
That ass is mine
I'm living in southside, avoiding my death
With cautious steps
I might end up serving a point for someone's rep
That's why a gun is kept i will employ its services
If i need to stop their plot from being murderous
Can't be a victim of fool who stick 'em
They walk through life with the wicked smiles and piles of loot
Don't hesitate to shoot in the quest for dead residents
They're getting rich at the expense of dead presidents
A lot of rascals causing deep fiascoes
If you come across 'em avoid 'em; their mentality is
Blas
