] Mr. President, do you love us Do you love us ghetto children, tell me [Hook x2] Tell me, who can I trust In a world, where it's us killing us Dear
They?ll act like I?m so crazy when they find you dead on my floor. Right now. I?d say something went wrong in our lives, and I pray that god saves us
millies All us night creepers, actin silly Dirty 30's, AR-15's Nose dirty, totin uzi machines Brother, L.B., Donald D., Chun Chi Real niggas off Valence street Crazy
, killin' niggas on accident [Hook:] Just watch, I'm a kill 'em all Just watch, I'm a kill 'em all Just watch, I'm a kill 'em all Just watch, off 'em
bars and arenas If you hood then you seen us, with wood in the Beamers I'm that new nigga, they all over Adidas When they see us they don't charge that
hahahahah Y'all niggaz about to feel this Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms Have one on us
Life tatted on my chest Tell me can you feel me? I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last Be tha first to blast, remember Kato No longer with us he'
time it is Westside, Death Row (Dogg Pound) e'rybody killer Bad Boy killer, {?} killer (Thug Life, Death Row) E'rybody killer, fuck all y'all niggaz
t kill nuttin Now you gotta face the (??) heavily armed Outlawz did that, heavily gone (?) with the left of us, best of us Plus we wake up with our tec on us
the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill
'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly The boss ni**az, definitely, put it down strictly E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me Kill em all
background Heyyy niggaz, where your heart at? See motherfuckers killin babies, killin mommas Killin kids, puttin this in they motherfuckin mark Now what type of mixed up trick would kill
you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too with nothing to lose Chorus Outro It was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga We be the craziest
t gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while your motherf**kin troops keep killin our kids, dig Don't be surprised if you see us Dumpin with
, I'm that nigga with a fresh pair of locs No yokes but smokes Crakers and them dirty mackers friends aren't jackers get yah for your drawers, young niggas out to kill
a ghost some call me crazy but this is what you gave me amongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha
man?) Yeah son I just want to give me 8 bars man that's how we gonna do it (8 bars?) Yeah all of us gonna spit 8 I'll get the hook son (Yo let me tell
