[Instrumental]
[Verse 1: Killa Tay]
Gorilla gang, you don't want it with a killa, mane
Rap, scrap, clap, I'll make it happen for the skrilla, mane
Numb em like novacane, straight rigor mortis
So it's dark every time they record it, like Chuck Norris
Ain't no love 'less they got bucks for us
Take a whiff of the gas, black and brown kissing they ass
I'm a gifted and sav, with a infamous past
Brandishing blue rags and a durag, with 2 extendo clips in my bag
Be up a lot, supper time
Cause tactics, purple packages delivered
Surrounded by real hitters...can you feel it?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for real niggas and count my figures
Is you wit us? It's the mob
Fuck around and get your halo snatched
Spitting them wack raps
West coast mafia, niggas clap back...like cla cla!
Standing, I'm facing, I'm painting
Mics in real life, all these niggas is hating
Capone
[Hook: Marvaless and Luni Coleone]
You niggas really on, but I can get the milly on
Sober when we coming for ya, ready for the take over
Better bring your vest, your hoodie, and your toolie
Is you riding wit me? Is you riding wit me?
Is you riding wit me? Nigga, feel dat
Ain't no love in this bitch, better have a gat
We at the table wit it
We killing rap careers
Fuck a vest, we bat shit that bring that to tears
[Verse 2: Luni Coleone]
They call me Luni Coleone, but yeah, y'all knew that
I'm a real nigga, fuck niggas, west coast back
Peep me, y'all niggas better feel this shit
We spit electricity like eels, ya bitch
I done shit in the midwest, ask these niggas
Took over like the mafia, no mask, my nigga
I get love (everywhere I go!)
Hit your state with a piece that sell pills or more
[Verse 3: Laroo]
Look, all warfare is based on deception
Influence on these project niggas becomes the weapon
Set the trend and the bar; they follow suit
Quarantine the real niggas, then we recruit
Remain unshaken, maneuver in the night
Sit, pit, split, hit for direct bite
Attack audio and visual, they'll withdraw
Powerhouse, power out
It's the mob, boy
[Hook: Marvaless and Luni Coleone]
You niggas really on, but I can get the milly on
Sober when we coming for ya, ready for the take over
Better bring your vest, your hoodie, and your toolie
Is you riding wit me? Is you riding wit me?
Is you riding wit me? Nigga, feel dat
Ain't no love in this bitch, better have a gat
We at the table wit it
We killing rap careers
Fuck a vest, we pack shit that bring family tears
[Verse 4: Pizzo]
Yo
I holds it down on my side of town
And I made the vow to never back down
Til I'm gone I'ma go all out
You ain't ridin with the team, then no choice but to zone y'all out
I came in when I was young, I been true since then
From A-W-O-L to W-C-M
The game so tempting, probably never leave it alone
If you with us, then I'm knowing you feeling this song
[Verse 5: Marvaless]
Tell me, is you wit it?
To get it, I'm down to flip it
So terrific, plus, the picture is vivid; it's so descriptive
Been a season, but these fake ass cheesin in the light for no reason
Shake them, shine like high beams, they them
Greatest of all time; you know it's queen business
Finally trippin, I'm into getting the chips
While they slippin, I'm manipin em
More figures, taking whole niggas, wrecking Cali
Sactown veteran; better check before you step in
[Verse 6: C-Bo]
Wet paint, no top, big rims, no stock
Hood niggas get more money up out of 4 spots
WC em to the death, representing for the west
(C-Bo, straight killa!) Yeah, I speak for the rest
Pussy nigga, ride on your boy, got a lot of tripes
Big bank hustler; deal with a lotta whites
I'm the product, come get a dose of the antidote
West coast cutthroat (we'll split your cantaloupe!)
Sactown, southside, G-Block, homie
Ferrari or the Bentley with the heat cocked, homie
Straight boss, yeah, who would you rather have run it?
I put the work in, who would you rather have done it?
I put the turf in, who would you rather have coming?
See, I'm a rider for life, I stay riding with pipes
Northern Cali baby, high as a kite
I blow kush, yeah, the purp's aight
Come holla at me