This muthufuckers don't wanna learn you know what 
I'm saying
I killed them on that revenge served cold
I killed them on that devils playground
I tore them bitches apart in that antichrist mix 
tape
Want me to do it to them again
Fuck it
Another murder in Los another vato got smoked
He thought he had jokes now the vatos ah ghost
I'm so loco, off that purple toke
Ese homies should'v blasted when the reaper 
approached
Fuck your call me, you bitches try to surround me
And I still walk up and put 5 in the swap meet
The mix tape slayed you, your own streets played you
ODM make her run up was the vato that made you
Ain't no sleeping fish cus I don't let up
Ese all up in your ear with that Westside talk
The tention mounts, and your mind ain't right
Ese problems with Conejo get you murked on sight
This ain't beef on wax this beef with stacks
With ah fucken sawed off till your streets taped off
You fucken soft, and that's coming from them
So all your pussy ass soldiers better hit the deck
Another murder in Los I hear the sirens come close
Ese choppers in the air time for me to get ghost
I ignore them, when they tell me to freeze
Boy make ah wrong move and your holster to squeeze
I kept going, got in the get away car
Ah black 7 45 I lit the chronic cigar
Exhale, cus I ain't going to jail
Ese grab the Nextel and chirp Bugsy in hell
Oh no, homie this ain't that
Ain't no bluffing muthufucker put your body in the 
bag
Cus Maria had ah son showing criminal ways
Og's payed the way for me to get my cake
Got something on your chest then boy you should 
handle
My gang affiliation ese can't be desmantle
2 g homies for ah lame to see
This that real hood life not ah fucken scene
In your whack ass video with your bitch ass dawgs
I'm cannibal rising back to whacking them off
Cus me and this 9 ese equal the violence
Of ah weaker homicides and some prison riots
Dead silence, from the vatos hating
On some nightmare shit like my name was graving
Fuck ah snake foo they got me catching the chain
So within this prison walls I'm 'bout to brake out 
this cage
Another murder in Los I hear the sirens come close
Ese choppers in the air time for me to get ghost
I ignore them, when they tell me to freeze
Boy make ah wrong move and your holster to squeeze
I kept going, got in the get away car
Ah black 7 45 I lit the chronic cigar
Exhale, cus I ain't going to jail
Ese grab the Nextel and chirp Bugsy in hell
Mugaslo, pull 50 g's out the stash
Get my fake driver licenses and ID's and passports
You know where to meet me at
Make sure you ain't got no tail homie