[Intro: Tech N9ne]

You got the shit? (Hm-mm)

Where it's at then? (Mm-mm)

Nigga fuck you! (Gunshots)

Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!

Bitch ass nigga

[Verse 1: The Game]

I open my mouth and what comes out is dangerous angel dust

Mix it up with cocaine and just kill yourself in Los Angeles

Niggas lost and jealous, couple tossed umbrellas

Too hot and plus 45's is cocked, blazing 'til we in clouds with Pac

Not to mention these federal penitentiaries

Locking all of my niggas up, giving 'em half a century

So the day they get out with Alzheimer's, they won't remember me

And everything they did before 20 is faded memories

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

Hated enemies ready to finish me

Government wanna limit these men with G's

Spin 'em, put 'em in a key

Then it's me beginning this chemistry

I am tangled cause living, it's got a man strangled

It's fandagled, hand me a plan from a damn angel

[Verse 3: Angel Davanport]

Angels in my city get it gritty, rioting off Henny

In clubs they act fast, packing, they gats got plenty

When you in my streets, better open your fucking eyes

Niggas in front wanna take you down, in back wanna break your spine

[Verse 4: The Game]

Stain inside broken glass, and to forget it all

We grab a bitch and poke her fast, walk her out holding ass

Anything for that Lambo, in years of holding cash

Spend it on a couple strippers and forget to hold the gas

[Verse 5: Tech N9ne]

Gas is high, but it ain't like me, I'm past the sky

You'd ask us why, we emotional and have to cry

Cause the cash is my way that I'm gonna last or die

But when they classify me as bad in the masses' eye

Dare

[Verse 6: Angel Davanport]

Dare you to go through all this sickness

Need a minute, come to my senses

On block they pose, throw 'em to the dogs

Pitbulls then they place all bets in

Often I cop, often I fight bitches

Launder they thoughts, launder them leave stitches

Street vicious micro missions

Still play the game with the end in a vision

Might

[Verse 7: The Game, Tech N9ne, Angel Davanport & The Game]

Give a bum a holla, toss 'em a couple dollas

Hit the window with them wipers but forget your babies diapers

And that's the reason why we forever minority

Hatred for all authorities, fucking up our priorities