(feat. Sandman)



[Intro: Doc Doom (Warcloud)]

(Get bank on it)

Yeah, Killa Bee Gang, nigga

(Still runnin)

Black Knights, nigga, what what?

What What, nigga?

West Coast, test what?

West Coast, nigga what?

Bring it on, nigga

Get gone, nigga, what?

I don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck, nigga

Nigga what what? Nigga what?

Nigga, bring it on, nigga

Nigga what what? Nigga, bring it

I don't give a fuck

Bring that shit, nigga



[Warcloud]

Monkey dragging hammers down Indonesian stone steps

Walk in America, medicine man fever

Snorkle in the rat's nest, hitch hiker junkie

Where is the side walk end, knuckles drag

Julian Po, Armadillo duffle bag

Juice stars and fudge sticks

Roller coasters and ferris wheels

Two large revolvers, rock fights in alleys

Farin' more dough, meet Mr. Constrictus (muhahaha!)

Roll up a blunt on my passport

Hittin' like a grasscourt, fabricated verbal crash course

Last horse that gallop through snowflakes

White feathers with red tips

Died yesterday obey what the weapons say

Pointed at your face, shoot your screamin' briefcase man

Dear Niagra, 'Death of a Salesman'

Tip-toe on 'Barbwire'

Dirty maggot sausage, fat minds of peddlers

Newstand editor, Archibald the Lecturer

Me, man, Archibald Kray, call 'im Arky

Holocaust awfully, sippin' vanilla coffee

There's a 'Trap Door' tarantula living behind my right eye

heavy as a slug bust, life is a Holocaust

Architect medic, crystal bullets that flare though

Hangin' back to back in a field with a Skarekrow

Later call it elbows, spittin' the same lead

A White Humming Bird, how roses came red

Drive-in in the swamp.



[Crisis]

'Kill or Be Killed'

It's me, back in the flesh, packin' a Tec

Crackin' in ya vest, tappin' ya chest, half to the neck

Struggle with breath, wrestle with death and ass on the set

The Knights shine while you faggots reflect

Half-step, hold my own, Crisis never regret

The scuba jet with knowledge

Runnin' traitors, all Devils get demolished

in the county of the Lost Angels

Niggaz chant the Black Knights like 'The Star-Spangled

Banner', ghetto grammar, cut you off the David Banner

Blue and roll with banners, slicky than a bleek is as bright

When I rest up in 'em, death to criticism

It'll get 'em, my niggaz plot patiently waitin' to set it

Line for line rhyme for rhyme you'll dull and pathetic

Synthetic, artificial, generic, my darts'll split you

Vertically, I know you faggots heard of me



[Doc Doom]

Heard of me, heard of me, heard of me



[Chorus: Doc Doom]

It's 'Kill or Be Killed' in these cold streets of Compton and Long Beach

That's why we dont sleep, hold heat and roll deep

Low key, gang bang with OG's

Bee Gees, YG's, TG's

Who want beef? Who want beef?



[Sandman]

It's the hillside strangler, Sandman the dream keeper

Eliminate your team with the streetsweeper

Spit a rap doct-erine, ash and graffiti text

Come on and get put to rest, who wanna see me next?

The street vet from the North-side, pack a black Tec

Let my pants hang, use gang bang dialect

Sew you in, every mornin' "Wake Up" in front the liquor store

Loo dump those karate shoes up and hear 'em roll



[Doc Doom]

It's 'Kill or Be Killed', that's why I sleep with my steel

Cautious, 'cause niggas out here kill at will

In Killa California,  where niggas put flames upon ya

So put them things up on ya

Smoke weed, and bang corners

Bang on ya like what set you from?

Better have ya gun at close reach

'Rollin'' through Compton, L.A. and Long Beach

You might get ya life took, fuckin' head shook

These Cali streets is full of killers and crooks

Gangstas and cops, semi-automatics and glocks

Niggas don't scrap no more, them was the days of my pops

Niggas that box, nowaday they twistin' on tops

Killer Cal, nah don't think it's ever gon' stop



[Monk]

You feel the steady impact of the mighty bomb jack

Blew a gold ass hat and five ones of chrome gat

I love to gang bang, pants hang ridiculous

Kick it with these high heads that's off the hook

I don't fuck with hooks, I'm straight from the streets

Kid what y'all eat?, prepare for warfare

Step and you'll get laid there, dead on the spot

RZA signed us fresh off the block

Make sure you know my hammer's cocked

And at all times still on the grind trying to get mine

Ask me how I get paid, my verbal switchblade

Ask me who I'm 'Rollin'' with I say the Iron Brigade

Follow along, we stop like a comfortable raid

Anybody in our way, it's for sure to get slayed

Group or solo, solo my poop

We only recruit, real soldiers, Iron Brigade soldiers

Real niggas, smash buildings, blaze glocks, so fuck feelings

Lace up the chucks, get on the average start the real dealing

'Real Shit' make my money flip Compton, Cali



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: Doc Doom (Warcloud)]

Faggot motherfuckers

The Gang, nigga

The real G's, where you from (Compton)

The niggaz bitches, what? Fuckin' wit us

Boy (L.A.) The Black Knights

West Coast Killa Bee Gang, nigga

Wu-Tang nigga, when we bang this, hear?

(Linwood, Killa Beez) Nigga

Nigga, Watts, all that, nigga

Straight up, nigga (Inglewood)

Where y'all niggaz from, man?

(Malibu) Hey young'n (Hollywood)

Out here tryin' to be like the G's, nigga

Straight gangstas, man, we gangstas

Homeboy, nigga, just gang bang rap

It belongs to us, homeboy (Right, right, right)

You know I mean? That bullshit you speakin'

is on some other shit, boy, and I mean it.

'You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Us'

(That's exactly what we be sayin')