[Verse 1: Montage One]

Beats like this bring sets together

Leather coats and calicoes, Crips, Bloods and afro picks

Takin' money out gangster flicks

Projects worldwide two-step to this

I'ma rep what this is: straight nigga shit

Like a Benz on an AMG kit, with a fitted on the cell

Two feet is one step from jail

Pushing weight through Nevada, God bless the scale

This kinda song, calibration, my digital matrix

Expose y'all niggas like the wig on a fake bitch

It takes this kinda beat to bring it out

And single out the mark niggas, scared of dark niggas

Find me in the park, nigga, with the dark niggas

I'll pull that kinda rank

I'm all L.A. like coppin' bean pies in front of Lincoln Bank

And gettin' chicken from Louisiana, think I ain't?

[Verse 2: Evidence]

Real gangstas can't rap, real rappers ain't gangstas

In most cases, backwards ain't it

My girl argue, she said, "This one's tight"

I'm like, "He's real, but he's alright"

E-V that deal, 'til he old and ill

'Til he over the hill, won't quit 'til it's over a mil

Shoulda been last year, still

Hit your goal, start another one, ill

Quantize got my drum all lined up

Some rhymers ain't concerned with timin'

I don't ask for reminders

And never ever did well in silence

I couldn't sleep two hours to get to rest

I heard the voice in my head too loud, I guess

Nothin' proud of layin' in bed

Waitin' for sun up over your head

[Verse 3: Mitchy Slick]

Ev, who gon' stop me? I shot up at his corner

While the rest of the homies switched, I went to mail in Arizona

I'm in the set, hangin' out with baseheads, gettin' it

Sparked up the fumes, addicted from whippin' it

This summer, on me, big homie got smashed

Federalis trip, got his kids and they kicked out his pad

No talkin' on the phone 'bout what I do

'Cause conspiracy's the easiest crime to prove

On juice and a blunt 'fore I make my first thou-wow

Authentic kicks, yeah, the hard-to-see reptile

Hood fabulous, grow house in the backyard

All the little homies want a sack from the trap star

Couple grams over, give a fuck, 'cause a homie love

Put it on the plate, hard or soft, they gon' buy it up

Front it to the homies when they fresh out needin' it

No rap success yet, all I got for 'em is weed and fences

[Verse 4: Big Twin]

People always sayin', "Why is Twin so mad?" (Why?)

His daughter just died and his brothers got bagged (Fuck)

Economy is down, and the rich is gettin' richer

Four corner war, dunn, you get the big picture?

Now I'm on some shit, strap up the AK

See me on the block, I got an ounce of that purple haze

Throw it down heavy, IM3 deadly

The heat that I hold, them shit's be heavy

Shit so big they'll crack your skull piece

There's no peace, that's how it is in my hood

And, niggas wanna give me what they wish they could

It's all good, pop off, nigga, you should

[Verse 5: Diz Gibran]

My only competition is time

Tired of them weak raps, ease back and listen to mine

What you hearin' now is Diz in his prime, the perfect prototype

Model to follow, no glitch in design

Dangled a little payout, got the fish on the line

No intention to phase out why I stick to my grind

It's just a mission of mine, it's well within reach

Substance in the city where beauty is only skin deep

I dig deep, lay you shallow niggas six feet

Very little means still on how to make the ends meet

I speak what I live, reap what I give out

Bodybag beats, it's nothin' to put a hit out

Rhyme like I've been out and ride 'til I spin out

Life behind bars, no chance that I'll ever get out

The kid's about honor and love

Women and dollars, parties and pub, all the above

[Verse 6: Styliztik Jones]

From embryo to O.G., it's the same function

Jumped in the life full of gang injunctions

No fame for the bang that's bumpin'

Watch out for the strangers dumpin', this is angle lumpin'

All up in your head when the danger's comin'

Squeeze the trigger so hard, feel the pain in your stomach

And I can't blame y'all for my own survival

So I stay with my homies like the 12 disciples

Knowin' one day, haters might test my righteous

And I don't wanna check my rifle

Knowin' that everybody die, that's the cycle that life go

I recycle the blunt, keep my eye on my life goals

My brother got life in Pelican Bay

So I'm looking at the pelicans, inhaling my haze

This is Styliztik Jones, all the monsters know me

And my brother Saint Eagle next to Monster Cody, nigga

[Verse 7: Krondon]

Mind boggling, the effort a man put forth when he has no options

To my fans on the 'net, blogging

Beware of the fake, take creed, caution

Pre-destined for pure stardom

It's a pre-requisite to be Marvin, huh

Mr. Slow Flow's style I'm borrowin'

No dough, then don't call him

Weatherman forecast, rainstorm, cats and dogs

Either a couple or a patch of fog

What he deeds past back or fall

The truth only hurts to those who work and ain't sure

Of the roots planted deeply, roots don't get nervous

Get ready for the devil, settle in for the service

Krondizzle don't have to pack pistols

But still keep a chrome Mac full of instrumentals

[Verse 8: Rakaa Iriscience]

I knew brown Crips and Bloods and Black sureños

Trini gangs in a tapered khakis but they still would bang, though

Punks with stolen gigs, hard enough to hang, though

Asian gangs with straight A's but they worked the angles

Born in the '70s, the '80s raised me

Reaganomics made 'em richer, almost made me crazy

Desensitized, numb, what it takes to phase me

Nothin' less than my fam beneath daisies

Pure wilderness, try not to get killed in this

When hard times spread, it's easy to feel villainous

They think bullets are fly, 'til bullets fly

Never learned to fist-fight, quick to pull that fire

But young man, understand, you're just a pawn

Ocean, seven seas in the world, this just a pond

Your leadership started alright but led you wrong

Pride and power without heat, that's what I'm on

[Verse 9: Crooked I]

Crooked, I ain't tough, I ain't hard

I'm just hangin' out of my car shootin' your front yard up

Play the cards I was dealt, we call it hard luck

Play with my change and I'm lifting your boulevard up

Now tell the cops that I chopped up your residence

If they ain't from Dilated, they ain't got Evidence

You know what I represent, Long Beach

If I don't say it in every verse, then that's negligence

I shit on mics, I fertilize the booth, I verbalize the truth

Just to convertible-ize the coupe

I circumcise the roof, a certified murder rider

I murdalize you goofs, yeah

My big balls help me earn cash

I sit in coach while my nuts fly first class, yeah

And all you hoes that'll learn fast

I never trust a nice perm and a firm ass