[B-Real]

Lost dreams of innocence long past

Through time memories burn and fade like ash

Through the crosswinds through the crosiers

Let the bullet strike

Through the Teflon and on and in

Feel me penatrate the skin

So I could travel unravel the whole in your shell

I'm gonna send you straight to hell

Now your lifeless God bless your soul and lay to rest

It's useless I go through the west chest cavity

Area let them bury your shell deep in the earth

Where you dwell in your wooden cells



[Jacken]

Gang insigina splits your familia

Let me break it down mira

You're slaying mothafuckas that look loke you do

Dying off slowly is the only rule

In this rate chase, crews choose paper chase

Almost always illegal, regals and banbidos

Coverment tactics pack this street with plastic

Dreams and fantasies of getting paid drastic

But most get blasted all you fanatics

Out for cheese and G's cease dramatics



[Mr. Duke]

In this chapter, we're gonna define

Why rivals die, bullets fly, they fill skies

And we die faster then we multiply



[Jacken]

Bullets pierce through sky like a storm 

You're warned and if it hails you die

Assassins passing through your block blasting action

Dust gets kicked up in violent fashion

Trigger men get figured in

Solitary cages through the ages

We've been taken for by the other side

They split usup in cliques and pitch the homicide

They use, divide and conquer, they no longer will survive

Supply the guns and ammo, then watch the color die



[B-Real]

Bullets are on a mission

To search and destroy

No names attached just convoys

Deployed on your team

You wanna scheme dreams of material vision

My squadron of 36 is on a mission

And I'm on you like flies on shit

And I got back up with 36 more in the clip

As I come to expand and change dimensions

My philosophy becomes high with bad intentions

It s a vengeance

Like bees to the hive

Strive to stay alive and live through the drive-by



[Mr. Duke]

Who really remembers the blastin'?

Five minutes of crossfire, action

Two sides fight in the night

And thousands of nameless bullets

Fly by, aimless

In your direction

Making rivals die on occasion

Yeah enemies muthafucka

Take in all of my steel, bleed

Hot metal get thrown away

On the streets of L.A. as I run away

In this chapter, we're gonna define

Why rivals die, bullets fly, they fill skies

And we die faster then we multiply