[Intro: Kurupt]
Death Pentagon like nigga, Gotti Sinatra
War zone, it`s happenin`, it`s over
Yeah nigga, it`s happenin`
I`ve been on that internet watchin` these niggaz right?
Y`all got so much to say right? It`s happenin`
Nigga we `bout to smash on you busta ass niggaz
Oh, y`all want somethin` from Kustapo nigga?
Oh we gon` show y`all niggaz
Y.A. - Youth Authority
First-round up, first-round draft picks nigga
Whole squad massive, movin` on these busta ass niggaz
What`s up Tone?
[Tone]
We lookin` for a city bitch, one that I can get it wit
Move in and move out wit, I`m lookin` for a bout it bitch
One to cook the powder quick, that`s my kinda bitch
Let`s address the topic, come on let`s get it poppin`
I`ve been hot since niggaz was pop lockin`
Break dancin` and beat boxin`, been had the block poppin`
Nigga I`m a young prophet, young and had to weigh his options
This is big business, this is big Benz`s
And my game`s official, I ain`t playin` wit you
This is war time and you ain`t got no more time
And I got my niggaz on the way, bringin` more .9s
[Roscoe]
Yeah, fury and phrases, from furious phases
Murder and anguish, we mercilous gangstas nigga
Burners and bangers, we turn `em and tangle `em
We drinkin` on syrup nigga, we aimin` for sturnems as curtains
Tuck your shirt in partner, let your pistol show
Die like a man motherfucker, what you bitchin` for?
California days is drinkin`, blazin` in the sunshine
Got a case, now I got a runaway devised
Speed chases, I`m blazin` the one-time
My barretta on my waist and I never hesitate
Pull it out when it`s gun time
My O.G.`s corrupted my young mind
21 on the run with a gun
Young, dumb, full of cum, tryin` to get my funds
And I`ma ride to the fullest, duck and dodgin` the bullets
Fo`-fizzle on my side, niggaz die when I pull it
If I should get wasted, no sad faces
Bury me basic, no jewelry, no Jacob
Eyes blurry and blazed up
And don`t be worryin` for me unless I wake up
And don`t be pourin` no 40 for me, just drink up
We not a bunch of sad, punk ass, sit around and mope ass
no class cowards, with limo tinted windows on Eddie Bauer`s
Soft as flowers, all off to chowder
We the killa click, nine millis filled with clips
No time to chill with flips, my mind on the scrilla flip
It`s Youth Authority nigga, we shoot for arteries nigga
With loaded Rugers, Lugers, and Cougars in the car with me nigga
It`s Y.A.
