Kill Em Off - Yukmouth, Tech N9ne, Kris Kaliko, Yukmouth, Gonzoe

Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It’s the Regime man welcome to our world

Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you know I’m ready, kill 'em off

Ready, let’s do this shit

If you niggaz hate me, why don’t you face me If you love me, then embrace me No words from me, I let the case speak

White seats all on your block, who callin’the shots

We hit Batman first in this faculty drop

I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em

Had the whole ports glowing, out the super sports sowing

I’m mad power, make workers out of cowards

Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin’every hour

Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the powder

Home spots get surrounded, whatever breathin’we jailin'

Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass quit tellin'

Lovin’my Regime life, California violence

Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the sirens

You pull me over;

you get more then the drunk drivers

South Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva

Outlaw gang nigga, Regime ridah

We catchin 'em slippin’and war ain’t no big games

See they high, cause inside, I see you shivering

We pull them guns they run, when that lead came

We kill 'em off (Echo)

Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh.

Uh-Uh

Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne N9ne, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne

Ooooohh

This moment I don’t know who to trust, stress might be Demons commin’on me tight while I bust, yes likely

Load the cock back nigga not givin’a fuck, press tightly

Then hit to the bay park late with my nigga Yuk, and get high-fiend

This odd god is not fraud it’s broad knowledge

Hot bars from arks snarls to punk college

Park raw shit, park hard, we park my bitch

Awkwards and I spit, you got garbage (jump)

I’ve had it, you faggots, is mad at this (jump)

You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it’s inadequate (jump)

Attackers with jackets making the bat and back a bit (jump)

You rappers is whack and this factor is immaculate (jump)

You slackers that got in the back to the red and black of it (jump)

You crackers we blacker then Shaq and ain’t no master shit (jump)

We scrappers and hackers who mast for this (jump)

Sack a magic shit, feel the franticness (jump)

Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch

We Kill 'em Off

We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off

Work till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off

Its so dope I’ll rip ya jaw off

Big niggaz gettin hard off

Chop off the kid of the mob boss

And watch this slowly fall off

Nigga.

They foundation crumble in the concrete jungle

I’ll raise in the struggle, ready to rumble

Shapin’bumbles that hustle, most killers humble

But I’m loud and obnoxious;

Bomb your office like Bin-Laden

We kill 'em off with the choppers, I’m heartless

I’m on some don shit most of my tracks horrifying

Adopted, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit, toxic

Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked bitch

Fuck them coppers we still representin’that block shit

The mob we don’t fuck with no perpetrators and imitators

Bitches been to strangers play us haters can’t infiltrate us We getting’hell of paper, and cribs with elevators

Let the metal spray (Ad-Libs)