(feat. Black Techs, G Twin, Gangsta Wiggles, P.C., RZA)



[Intro: Big Nut]

Yeah (yeah) Let's get out there my nigga

West Coast Killa Beez nigga (fuck you looking at nigga)

Yo, we coming to serve all you bitch ass muthafuckas

Black off Black, Blackball Entertainment, nigga

West Coast Killa Beez, check it out, west coast style, yo



[Big Nut]

I'm so gangsta, I don't dance or walk

Nigga slide to slide, spit that heat or talk

From California to New York, I'm banging on wax

Like my nigga Big Y Dog and Little Hogg, fuck y'all

Niggaz dissin' the Black Techs and Six Mill

For real, you'll fuck around and get killed

Cap peel, just for saying foul to me

You out of bounds, you won't even last a round with me



[P.C.]

You really need to stop fronting, nigga

You don't really wanna do nothing, nigga

Once me get my killas get to dumping, nigga

You'll stop fall, jackin' and bumping your dentures

Dent your mug, 4-0, slugs, straight up in your cranium

One shot, I'm aimin 'em, shouldn't have been fuckin'

With the Killa Bee Gang and them, mad dog from P Dot

Like he not, heated, my desert eag' squeeze til you moonwalk and beat it



[Chorus: G Twin (P Nut)]

What you lookin' at me for?

(You don't wanna see this fo'fo, nigga)

What you really coming to do?

(Nigga I'll fuck your ass up)

I'll give you what you asking for

(You don't wanna see my fo'fo, nigga)

An can of asswhipping or two

(Nigga, I'll serve your whole crew)



[Pimp Nasty]

You niggaz should be calm, try and be patient

Cause if not, you'll be a patient, momma patient

Try'nna get herself together, they tell her, her son gone

He done tricked on, this niggaz Rob Strick-long

Talkin' out the side of his neck, swearin' that he served some nigga

From the gang Black Tech, now that's a lie, that's why I socked him in his eye

Hit him so many times, that nigga bound to die



[P Nut]

Yo, yo, what the fuck you looking at?

You niggaz want beef, nigga, get the cooking at

If you ain't banging rules, I ain't fucking with you

Niggaz stuck in the booth, niggaz ducking the truth

Blackball, robbing Nuts, send that nigga to hell

And go and bloody up the streets and the raunchy motel

When we come around, blood, better keep your chains up

Cause Black Tech niggaz don't give a mad fuck



[Chorus]



[RZA]

I'll put y'all niggaz in a stranglehold, you see my fang go gold

You fuck around, I'll put this foot up in your anal hole

The Black Tech, four foot magnum, two kiligrams

The sound alone - buck-buck - might kill a man

From Atlantic to Pacific, barehanded with the biscuit

KBG, east to west, we sick with it

Big guns and big dicks, dip six in sick knicks

Godbodies, bloods and crips and shit



[Gangsta Wiggles]

We gon' keep it way more gangsta than y'all, that's on the set

If you trippin' then I'mma holla with a Black Tech

Niggaz hating on me, when I ain't got shit

Just a pack of of cigarettes, and a fifth, ain't that a bitch?

Keep it gangsta? Ya'll don't even know what it mean

Cut a nigga open, blood, it's realism when I breathe

Fuck yo hood nigga, we get to cooking that beef

Tell that nigga, Nut, you better stop looking at me, nigga



[Chorus]



[G Twin]

On the swing tip, R&B shit, to the flip

Get your flip locked, atleast we cool whip, cause I do shit

Like talk about pussy lips all day

I make your momma say, damn, damn, damn, james

Sayin' that you gangsta, just to sell product

Go back to the streets, stand and sell narcotics

It's you niggaz fucking up the game, man

And real killas, they gonna take their name back

Now who gangsta, who killa, who die

Nah, who flooded, who shitted, who pause

Mans is man, whether they bust a four

It's the who blast shirts, give out the last recall

Blast and haul ass, niggaz, whoop ass

Frontin', like a chicken with no ass at all

Shit we mash on y'all, y'all niggaz don't flaunt it

The Blackball is on it, and we fuck up your front end