(feat. Bokie Loc, Slush the Villain)



[Knightowl]

That's right mothafuckas

Sawed Off Records in the house bitch

Some real mothafuckin gang bangers

Representin to the fullest

Who down to ride with me

Who down to fuckin die with me

You down to die for me

Like I'm down to rdie for you mothafucka

Sawed Off baby



[Slush the Villain]

I'm with my homies and I'm feelin elavated

Liqour and weed gots me motivated

My mind setated to go commit a crime

On my enemies who will fuckin bleed when I ride

Better hide cause if not your gonna get shot

Infrered right between the head make sure that you drop

Hear the power mothafuckas cause I'm gonna blast

Now your ass is remembered in the past so piss on they grave

Buck on all my enemies even in death

Waitin for the day you take your final breath

And that's on the real

When you get killed I rejoice and laugh

On your ass will be decompossin under the grass

Fuck em all buck em all

When they see me they now

They just see me they go

Where they screamin had it meanin for home

Count up your shit that's deamed like a wealth

Like when you need the cross

You pray but get no help



[Chorus 1: Knightowl]

Would you die for me

Like I would die for you

Would you still be tossin it up

When we bout to get fucked up



[Chorus 2: Slush the Villain]

If I you ride for me

Would you ride for me ese

If I die for you

Would you die for me



[Chorus 3: Knightowl]

Would you die for me

If you's to ride with me

Would you be down to blastin 80's

See the penetentary



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[Knightowl]

Who wants to step to this loco

I'll put the vala in your coco

Intoxicated off the hennisse

I got the mind swurvin

So fuck any one disturbin

The mente I'll fuck you up like Presidente

Cause I'm a sick as mothafucka

That be rollin through the caiyas

And I got a lot of fuckin home boys up in the viayas

Mi vala madre por que (?) madres

Si queres bronca tu ase way que ronca

Mothafuckas panic they haitn

Cause they say I'm satin

I'm conteplatin on my next plan to kill the man

I got my dawg on the side of me

Drinkin brass moneky

Nan Dog gettin all fucked with me

Smokin on the lleno

Then I pass it to my dio Manuel

Shit all good fool we bang in the same hood

Presidondo the big 1 3 at up in Cali

Who's down for this murderous ralley



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[Bokie Loc]

Nigga my soul is my own

Chrome made for the wails

Trippin before we had those hot rocks in your grill

Like mister missed me with that twisted

Get him with some shit hey

My niggas from the OC and the SD my little nephew Dre

So we can put it on em don't need no oppenent

Choosed to get them gangstas and them money makers on em

Cause real time is crucial wicked

All up in my mind to prevent the kick it

All up and rise for the meal ticket

Get ready to ride like roller coasters bitch

Hit a switch in my lo lo all ain't knowin the Bokie Loc

Yes ya'll playing niggas like ball

If you wanna talk shit you ready to get hit

With my strap oh take a dirt nap

6 feet deep and sleep if you niggas won't freak

Old school sheep got ya niggas shook

If you ain't knowin the rhyme nigga read a book

Bitch



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