(feat. Gonzoe, Kris Kaliko, Tech N9ne)



[Intro: Gonzoe]

Yes yes, whuttup mayn

It's the Regime man welcome to our world

Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk

You know I'm ready, kill 'em off

Ready, let's do this shit



[Verse 1: Gonzoe]

If you niggas hate me, thrones can face me

If you love me, then embrace me

No words from me, I let the K speak

White sheets all on ya block, who's callin the shots

We hit that man first, then his faculty drop

I went 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em

Had the whole porch glowin out the super sport, Showin

Our man power, make workers outta cowards

Focus, leave a nigga beem smokin every hour

Gunshots get louder over blocks of the powder

Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin we down it

Gonzoe'll spend ya money before ya bitch ass could count it

Lovin my Regime life, California violence

Put a nigga in the ground like I ambushed the sirens

Ya pull me over you get more then a drunk driver

South Central survivor, hustler, conniver

Outlaw gang, nigga Regime Rider



[Chorus: Kris Kaliko]

We catchin 'em slippin, in war ain't no fair games

See they high, cause inside I see you scared mayne

We pull them guns, they run when that lead came

[Gunshots] we kill 'em off



[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]

Surrounded and I don't know who to trust

Stressed, might be, demons comin in on me tight, will I bust

Yea its likely, loaded cocked back, nigga not givin a fuck

Press tightly

Then dip to the Bay and parlay with my nigga Yuk and get hyphy

This odd god is not fraud, just brought knowledge

Hot bars from Oxnard to Park College

Part raw shit, Part heart and part mobbage

Ak-ward, shit I spit, you got garbage

I've had it, you faggots is mad at this

You rap it, rezap it, and crack if its inadequate

Attackers with jackets snaked with bats in the back of it

You rappers is whack and it's fact this is immaculate

You slack it a gat for the red and black of it

You crackers we blacketh then shack, and ain't no master shit

We scrappers and hackers who masked for this

Sack of magic shit, feel the fanaticness

Regime Riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch



[Chorus]



[Verse 3: Yukmouth]

We kill 'em off, kill'em off, kill'em off

kill'em off, kill'em off, kill 'em all off

Word to my nigga Asia, the cake finna break 'em all off

The sawed off 'll rip ya jaw off

Bitch niggas gettin hauled off, chop off the kid the mob boss

And watch him so quick fall off nigga

They foundtaion crumble in the concrete jungle

I'm raised in the struggle, ready to rumble

Shavin bundles to hustle, most killas humble

But I'm loud and obnoxious

Bomb ya office like Bin Laden, we kill 'em off with the choppas

I'm heartless, I'm on some Don shit

Most of my track horrorfying and gothic

2Pacalypse prophet, hot shit, toxic, mob shit

Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked bitch

Fuck them coppers, we still representin' that block shit

The MOBB, we don't fuck with no perpetrators or imitators

Snitches, bitches, traitors, or playa haters can't infiltate us

We gettin hella paper, in cribs with elevators

Let the metal spray ya white tee, ya bitch

WE KILL 'EM OFF