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