(feat. Roscoe, Tone)



[Intro: Kurupt]

Death Pentagon like nigga, Gotti Sinatra

War zone, it's happenin', it's over

Yeah nigga, it's happenin'

I've been on that internet watchin' these niggaz right?

Y'all got so much to say right?  It's happenin'

Nigga we 'bout to smash on you busta ass niggaz

Oh, y'all want somethin' from Kustapo nigga?

Oh we gon' show y'all niggaz

Y.A. - Youth Authority

First-round up, first-round draft picks nigga

Whole squad massive, movin' on these busta ass niggaz

What's up Tone?



[Tone]

We lookin' for a city bitch, one that I can get it wit

Move in and move out wit, I'm lookin' for a bout it bitch

One to cook the powder quick, that's my kinda bitch

Let's address the topic, come on let's get it poppin'

I've been hot since niggaz was pop lockin'

Break dancin' and beat boxin', been had the block poppin'

Nigga I'm a young prophet, young and had to weigh his options

This is big business, this is big Benz's

And my game's official, I ain't playin' wit you

This is war time and you ain't got no more time

And I got my niggaz on the way, bringin' more .9s



[Roscoe]

Yeah, fury and phrases, from furious phases

Murder and anguish, we mercilous gangstas nigga

Burners and bangers, we turn 'em and tangle 'em

We drinkin' on syrup nigga, we aimin' for sturnems as curtains

Tuck your shirt in partner, let your pistol show

Die like a man motherfucker, what you bitchin' for?

California days is drinkin', blazin' in the sunshine

Got a case, now I got a runaway devised

Speed chases, I'm blazin' the one-time

My barretta on my waist and I never hesitate

Pull it out when it's gun time

My O.G.'s corrupted my young mind

21 on the run with a gun

Young, dumb, full of cum, tryin' to get my funds

And I'ma ride to the fullest, duck and dodgin' the bullets

Fo'-fizzle on my side, niggaz die when I pull it

If I should get wasted, no sad faces

Bury me basic, no jewelry, no Jacob

Eyes blurry and blazed up

And don't be worryin' for me unless I wake up

And don't be pourin' no 40 for me, just drink up

We not a bunch of sad, punk ass, sit around and mope ass

no class cowards, with limo tinted windows on Eddie Bauer's

Soft as flowers, all off to chowder

We the killa click, nine millis filled with clips

No time to chill with flips, my mind on the scrilla flip

It's Youth Authority nigga, we shoot for arteries nigga

With loaded Rugers, Lugers, and Cougars in the car with me nigga

It's Y.A.