The affiliates nigga
Pay attention
Aye Woogie
Mind your business kid
Get stock your pictures and meet your rock fences
Tryna hide from your senses
Take a model, we allow interest
In the crowd with the quickest kickin niggas in the 
ditches
Cause we've got a center we could drop vicious
The road less travel cause it's men to go without
Wild rappers sound soft as Mickey Mouse wearing 
stretched pants
So just the fans do a Disneyland dance
The more flamboyant
Blind but I run it with the clarity and vision so they 
call me clairvoyant
Engineer for your sheer enjoyment
The unseen, I make em come clean up off it
Torture and torments
We chase the revenge, might tantalize retirements
Them scruntin out and terrorized, strong on specialized 
in severing lies
Then send em off to Bishop Lamont to get baptized
They need oxygen
The soft shit will suffocate the breath out the east 
and the west
The north and the south, let's help em
CPR, Cali professional rap stars – here we are
Don't kill em Bishop
Let me get em for you
Hit with the energy to kill that beat
Believe in short term memory, but steal the skill
We keep burning and reveal the real, now get going
Rough like the skin around my neck
Love it, whatever
Nigga dirty like the bottom of my shoes rubber
That's how I bounce raps over tracks, stacks over racks
Plaques hanging over the cracks
Nocturnals revenge, blood on the seringe
Crowd control, I power steer em like the Benz
Seats hugging like dykes while I'm meeting Mike and 
Ikes
My stereo be bumpin like my stereotype
Light burnin like the red flag warning
Follow the backwood trail that lead you to the water
Thirsty like niggas like me
Cool like jeans shorts with my spizz, I do the right 
things
Rugged like my brothers in Iraq
Attacking my problems like a highjacker or a linebacker
My fate got no fear factor
I'm up late, putting in work, I wanna move faster
They need oxygen
The soft shit will suffocate the breath out the east 
and the west
The north and the south, let's help em
CPR, Cali professional rap stars – here we are
Don't kill em Bishop
Let me get em for you
Hit with the energy to kill that beat
Believe in short term memory, but steal the skill
We keep burning and reveal the real, now get going
The blackhearted angel with a gun and a halo
Breathe til my energy seize and will I say so
My city breed killers nigga you can observe
That's why I really sound happy when I write these 
words
I'm a product of the game, born into the cocaine era 
that spread over the nation like bad weather
There's something in the air round here
I can't even explain it
God it even feels hot when it's rainin
Niggas been gangbangin since Carter and Reagan
Made millions, killed thousands, still ain't shit 
changing
Tell my niggas Bishop hit em with that reformation
Caltroit, chase infinite, that's elevation
Surrounded by the essence of hate, we breathe light in 
the game
So you can inhale life in your brain
Surrounded by the devils and snakes who breathe light 
in the game
Frontin, fill a couple shots in the frame
Breathe.
They need oxygen
The soft shit will suffocate the breath out the east 
and the west
The north and the south, let's help em
CPR, Cali professional rap stars – here we are
Don't kill em Bishop
Let me get em for you
Hit with the energy to kill that beat
Believe in short term memory, but steal the skill
We keep burning and reveal the real, now get going