[Verse 1: Baby Bash]

Shoot me some work (Some work)

And I'm a shoot you some getback

So you can say

"Baby Bash, yeah, he did that"

That's on my buds

I always paid all my fronts

And hell nah

I don't fuck with no scary punks

Cause loose lips ain't chips in the barrio

Sometime, the grind

Seem like a party though

On the turf

On the block

In the cut, though

Block monsters

Don't give a fuck, bro

And I don't even know

Who be workin' for the piggies

See, right now a day

Everybody turn snitchy

And they don't give a damn 'bout the reprocussions

Lost six homies

And about twelve cousins

Some from L.A

And some from Bakersfield

Some from the Bay

And some from Mackaville

Damn skippy on the jiffy

Take it from a prophet

Stay on your toes when you in the black market

Chorus:

[All] VAMONOS!

[Baby Bash] When the cops hit your block, boy

[All] VAMONOS!

[Baby Bash] When the heat, touch your street, boy

[All] VAMONOS!

[Baby Bash] Hit the task, on your ass, boy

[All] VAMONOS!

[Baby Bash] And we run so fast

Repeat Chorus

[Verse 2: Merciless]

We vida locas where my homies be screamin', I see demons on

Concrete (???), servin' clucks, cause they fiendin'

I never leaving the pad without

Packing mi cuete

Willin' to die for my block

Let them cowards come get me

Plus real pandieros

From all sides love it

Livin' this Merciless world

So I put it on my stomach

Pour out liquor for my homies who dead, but not forgotten

California got

Palms trees and beaches, but it's still rotten

Police corrupt, so who should I trust?

Just me and some real motherfuckers who down to bust

Gangstas

Hustlers

Thugs and dealers

In the projects, gotta stay grimey and pack heaters

Shoot the motherfucker cause the FED's on the roof

The type of shit

I been singin' since 1992

So vamonos, and blast him in the face

So vamonos, we already catchin' a case

Repeat Chorus Twice

[Verse 3: Jay Tee]

I sell nickels, dime, gwhomps, shades, halves and shoulders

Til me and all my partners, sell nothin' but boulders

Every two days, I must recop

And bubble on the grind

Until I pop

I get the dope fiend money

To pump my gas

It's five dollar bills when I wipe my ass

I just hit a lick

For real big fedi

I need to get up out the game

But still, I ain't ready

I be hating how I'm livin'

I'm knowing it's wrong

I know I need to listen to the name of the song

But straightin' up

Just wouldn't be me

I might not be in the pen

But I wouldn't be free

All I do is spit nothin' but reality

Jay Tee got that hustler mentality

I'm in the streets, if you need it, mayne, just hit me

Watch what I do, when the police try to get me

Repeat Chorus Twice