First to bomb, quick to unload Expose, my foes, for being bitches Keepin niggas suspicious, 2 Glocks Is filled with ammo My army fatigues ready for battle Lyrical commando, let's get it on Tell me nigga, how much you can handle Bangin on wax, I turn the track into a Roman Candle (boom) My intention specifically, thugged out, no sympathy Pictures of closed caskets, soon as Daz get with me I'm first to bomb, first is the calm, then the panic Soon as my niggas break, we earthquake the whole planet Adversaries can't understand it The way my niggas strategize Don't nobody die unless we planned it Life long committed, I write songs and spit it No matter how hard mothafuckas try they can't get it It's Death Row, Westside, Outlaws til we die, Thug Life Mothafuckas on the ride and we--