Yeah, yeah, haha

B-Real, yeah

Demrick Young

Mr. X to the Z, huh, yeah

Yeah

This is and precise

Combination, heavy lefts and rights

I'm back like the comin' of Christ

Now everybody wanna fight

'Til somebody get punched in the face

Then them shooters quick to pull from the waistband

Cut up the competition and dissolve 'em in trash cans

Friday the 13th, full moon over black sand

I'm Godzilla, walkin' through japan like, "Goddamn"

Family tree, three branches, the Son of Sam

Drop down, stay down, win, get the upper-hand

Element of surprise, by the grace of God

The city, Los Angeles, Lost Angels

Surivial means hustlin' and workin' with them angles

Now the summer's here, niggas' attitudes and shorter

Slap a TMZ reporter tryna stand out on my corner (Yeah)

Flip pans like a quarter, I see feds on the shoudler

But I'm never pullin' over (Pullin' over)

And if I do

they'll need a fuckin' organ donor (Organ donor)

Niggas reppin' for they side in California

Baptize, the body'll lie ammonia

Mamas cry when they babies lie in the coma

Hang 'em high in the mornin'

Hang 'em high in the mornin'

In the mornin'

I'm talkin' 5 in the mornin'

It's a lifestyle, religion

Better to receive death than prison

I'm shootin' from the hip with precision

Click, bang

Hang 'em high in the mornin'

In the mornin'

I'm talkin' 5 in the mornin'

Stomp through the mosh pit

Kill shit, launch shit

You don't want none of this California conflict

Mail the folded twenty-dollar bills and the G stacks

With high-powered assault rifles for the get-back

"Let's sit down and talk it out"

Nigga, fuck that

Fuck you for livin'

Bend the wrong corner, make a lifelong decision

Niggas can't think past they face

I create from a dangerous place

Wait, niggas reppin' for they set out on the West

Sets tatted on they face, on they arms and they chest

Gun rise like a sunrise, out here duckin' one-time

City of the Angels where they hit you with the wood bat

Leave police hog-tied, hustle 'til I'm on top

Hit him up from long range, send him on that long ride

I can make you hog-tied, one fuckin' phone call

Same injuries like you suffer from a long fall

The power is never given, you gotta take it

With a gauge in the face

roll the dice like Vegas, motherfuckers

Hang 'em high in the mornin'

In the mornin'

I'm talkin' 5 in the mornin'

It's a lifestyle, religion

Better to receive death than prison

I'm shootin' from the hip with precision

Click, bang

Hang 'em high in the mornin'

In the mornin'

I'm talkin' 5 in the mornin'

Stomp through the mosh pit

Kill shit, launch shit

You don't want none of this California conflict

You'll never see comin', I'm runnin' the underworld

And I got no remorse and of course

smokin' like, fuck, I'm in London

Randomly kickin' the victim

Sick in the mind and I'm tickin'

Just like a bomb if you listen

Hearin' the screams of the wicked

I'm in the shadows lurkin', observin' your movement

Burnin' with fire inside of me

Learnin' the holes in your pattern

Earnin' my place in history

The misery follows destruction

Any thoughts of survival

Clearly a shitty assumption

This is the portrait of a killer, the blood spiller

might sip they blood like a cold Miller

So get your ticket to the murder show

Come witness the murder flow

Well, keep your mouth closed, we're in murder mode

Hang 'em high in the mornin'

In the mornin'

I'm talkin' 5 in the mornin'

It's a lifestyle, religion

Better to receive death than prison

I'm shootin' from the hip with precision

Click, bang

Hang 'em high in the mornin'

In the mornin'

I'm talkin' 5 in the mornin'

Stomp through the mosh pit

Kill shit, launch shit

You don't want none of this California conflict