Yo, yo, what's up?

Yo, man, give me some of that old, gangster-ass shit, you know what I'm saying?

Some shit I can just kick back, smoke a fat-ass joint to

You know what I'm saying? Ha ha

Hell yeah, you know what I'm talking 'bout?

I like that old gangster shit

'Cause you know it's a lot of niggas out there

Woofing all that bullshit, talking 'bout they got this and got that

Talking louder than a motherfucker but ain't saying shit

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah, nigga, I see your lips quivering

But you ain't saying a motherfucking thing

But my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfucking house

And they gon' tell you what's really going on

Got my motherfucking nigga RBX definitely in this motherfucker

I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker, ready to kick some real shit

Know what I'm saying?

And that little shit you hear in the background?

That's my home girl Rage

So, RBX, kick this shit

Seven execution style murders

I have no remorse 'cause I'm the fucking murderer

Haven't you ever heard of a killer?

I drop bombs like Hiroshima

So now I walk around strapped

One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse

Snap, adapt to this, but you need no adapter

This is just the first chapter

In a book from a crook

You get caught slipping, your ass gots to die

Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure

Trigger happy, RBX to cap you

Pump, pump, and I can't wait to bust a round

Pump, pump, my hollow point smacks the clown

'Cause what I said split his head

And now they got me running from the feds

But I refuse to go alive

It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive

I'm high powered

Yeah

It's Daz, that mass-murdering motherfucker

So, what, you feel like you wanna get caught up?

Fool, you better recognize

Death Row came to chastise

So if you cross the Row

Remember the first name is Death

No love for the other side