Daz:
 Oh no! Murder  murder  murder...
 Busting at these niggaz who claim to be hard
 Murder  murder  murder...
 Come and blast Dat Nigga Daz and act rude
 Coming through  murdering fools who claim to be hard
 Pulling your motherfucker's cords
 Me  we're going back for you to say that
 Prepare for battle  load the narrator with pay back
 Knowing where you motherfuckers rest and hang at
 I'm in Long Beach, where the gangbangers hang at
 Don't want more static, or panic, we're packing gats
 And asking for shit, nigga, 'cause we're blasting
 See, we're The Gang, kicking just to maintain
 Bang on niggaz for a living, busting upon the selling corners
 We on 'em just for twelve figures
 Money, dope, cars and bitches, to getting richer
 Chorus (2x):
 Oh no, niggaz just wanna get killed tonight
 Tripping on you, the way I feel tonight
 Niggaz better pack you guns
 J-Money:
 Glocks are popping off like turbo
 Step into my circle, my word is out to serve yo shit
 Money busters lyrically in motion
 About to whip a (???), the East Side coast and
 I'm the one they love to hate with a passion
 I packs a blue steel, filled with skilled raps, blast it
 MC's get dealt with, my microphone's my third partner
 Heat seeking like a missile when I drop ya
 Style is proper, my execution-style of rapping
 I'm packing a rap while you say "why, what's happening?"
 My mind is going deep, like Money mister, doing all
 You couldn't see me with a crystal ball, y'all
 It's critical, I'm thinking of a masterplan
 Come out with your shit man, I'm broke, feeling critical conditions
 Listen, Money on a dirt mission
 Creeping to the night, beating tight, Armageddon
 Chorus (2x)
 Daz:
 Watch out, here I come
 Battling motherfuckers till the break of dawn
 Homeboy, ring the alarm
 It's D-A to the Z, dropping the formula
 And every nigga that I know in Californ-i-a
 Dat Nigga Daz will come out and play
 Busting on niggaz with an AK
 So any given day you want some
 Come and get some, you don't want none
 Why do we bang?
 Why do we bang for a living? We just don't know
 Now it's time to serve y'all bitches ass niggaz on an open platter
 Yeah, haha
 Fool, what nigga, you know that got your ass laying down?
 Tray Deee:
 You see, I take the ultimatum, disregard the outcome
 I'm hard to outrun, and won't be outdone
 I hate fake take away motherfuckers
 I come up from the slums and I run, motherfuckers
 No other than The Gang, it's the slang and prosper
 And bang us mobsters, while claming Oscars
 While most niggaz froze, they control their coast
 They be home and broke, 'cause they've been known to choke
 Like Malone, be gone when the playoffs come
 But I'ma stay off one, liable to spray off some
 Ammunition, I handle missions one on one
 Niggaz, come on, come and get their (???) done
 I'm the Cannibal, the Hannibal Lector of rap
 A nigga steps up wack, and gets a setup-tax
 We're The Gang, and we're mashing, blast to maintain
 We're the kings in the game, and things ain't to change
 Chorus (2x)
 Oh no