Do you even know the reason for your blastin'? It's pointless. You grab your stainless, do your action he stay's motionless Because of your error, they label this era terror drop the coke and the mirror keep your nose clearer the outcome of what you've done shook slums of rivals from other sides with guns, soldier, and knives you took one of their lives and finished it now they decide they want to retaliate find you ass and even shit in memory of lost souls, in honor of their homeboys dying here in south los now don't even decide you want to hide if they find whothey're looking for, they shoot whoever's inside Your little street family they drive by your block and shot randomly you thinks it's best to test lead 'em on a quest not cease and in the end let one of your homeboys rest in peace I'm looking for you, i'm gonna get you back when i catch you on the street slippin' that ass is mine crazily all up in my face with your set trippin' and that ass is mine ahh sit murder clique jumping from behind the fence and that ass is mine the big payback i'm gonna get you muthafucka that ass is mine i'm living in southside, avoiding my death with cautious steps i might end up serving a point for someone's rep that's why a gun is kept i will employ its services if i need to stop their plot from being murderous can't be a victim of fool who stick 'em they walk through life with the wicked smiles and piles of loot don't hesitate to shoot in the quest for dead residents they're getting rich at the expense of dead presidents a lot of rascals causing deep fiascoes if you come across 'em avoid 'em; their mentality is blast those who ain't down with me they got something i want and i'll take it if they resist it's permanent sleep don't try to be brave; you'll end up in the grave it's quite impossible to reform thosewho misbehave crooks who took will continue to take leave shook with no question and then break no scene seems to break his trance of nice dreams for visine disguises the red so his eyes gleam another situation will arise until the instigator takes his turn to die in the south side I'm looking for you, i'm gonna get you back when i catch you on the street slippin' that ass is mine crazily all up in my face with your set trippin' and that ass is mine ahh sit murder clique jumping from behind the fence and that ass is mine the big payback i'm gonna get you muthafucka that ass is mine