anotha killin'

it's me and snoop dogg

kurupt and daz

nigga

it's another motherfucking killing

nigga

it's another killing

we had to put this together

just had to be

they layed one of my homies down; two of my enemies

i grab the heat and creep up the street and squeeze

i'm in your neighborhood

so what the fuck is up?

and if i catch you i'ma pop you

nigga that's whats up!

we can talk about it

no

i don't think so

and i'ma catch you when your creeping with that pink toe

you trying to creep up out that mink store

get you a drink

so when i hit you

you won't even trip to think so

cross your heart

double dot your eyes

yellow tape you

make you a homicide

stretch you out like a red bind

halloween

is your dead line

beddy bed time

i zag your zig

i put a fork in the pig

i cock the glock and pop you my nigga

you dig?

i open you up and leave you leaking by the face

and get away ain't got no time to be catching no case

too slick to sly plus i'm too high

i'm too fly and i do die

i do die

i love to shoot an intruder

i mix the purp with the budda

love tricking a beotch like the homeboy luda'

big snoopy d-o-dub

i'ma killa cuz

i'm draped up like a steela of gorilla

sacramento knows

pedal to the floo'

anotha killing for realer

nigga let it go

we on the corner a hundred

blue rag the fuck up

and word on the street they got blast the fuck up

now it's feuding and shooting and i'm running your life

i'm in it for the stripes

nigga don't fuck up tonight

bandana

banana-clips

ready to trip

you niggas is assed out

see you better not trip

i see some buster ass niggas at the bus stop out of bound

we bang the gang bang them niggas from the dogg pound

trap 'em rock 'em and stop 'em we mashing

everytime we see you niggas we clashing

d.p.g down with 24th street

sickmade nigga down with them 21st g's

brotha lynch hung my motherfucking nigga

listen to me

one for the flame

and two for the trigga

and three of these hollow point teflons nigga

when i came in this motherfucker i had a plan

i'll sock all you motherfuckers where you stand

i'm gang banged out

riders on a mission

you can catch fades

nigga fuck the pistols

piranhas is loose in the septic tank

we do what you can't

i am what you ain't

don't even try to provoke me cuz

looking

smoking

slipping

smoke me cuz

i'll beat your ass on the low so fast

bang on your homies

spread through your hood

release these toxins like mustard gas

scrape the chevrolet

it's all to the good

my nigga brotha lynch

kurupt

snoop and daz

nigga this is g block

trust me

dump on any nigga with the rusty old trusty

sacramento yes

catch him in the chest

right by his tour bus left a bloody mess

yes

pupils none a cuddy left

coathanga strangled him

aimed at him

he don't know what angle i'm coming from

tangled him

spiderwebs all over his cranium

me and crooked i know

niggas be talking too much

nigga shut your pie hole

everybody know you do suck

this ain't a reality show

hungry niggas do touch

mothafuckas two clutch

giving niggas who cuss

i got an army of niggas i'm strange" it ain't a rumor