Artist: Yukmouth f/ Gonzoe, Kris Kaliko, Tech N9ne Album: United Ghetto of America Volume 2 Song: Kill 'Em Off Typed by: stashhh@gmail.com [Intro: 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 [Verse 1: Gonzoe] If you niggas hate me, thrones can face me If you love me, then embrace me No words from me, I let the K speak White sheets all on ya block, who's callin the shots We hit that man first, then his faculty drop I went 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em Had the whole porch glowin out the super sport, Showin Our man power, make workers outta cowards Focus, leave a nigga beem smokin every hour Gunshots get louder over blocks of the powder Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin we down it Gonzoe'll spend ya money before ya bitch ass could count it Lovin my Regime life, California violence Put a nigga in the ground like I ambushed the sirens Ya pull me over you get more then a drunk driver South Central survivor, hustler, conniver Outlaw gang, nigga Regime Rider [Chorus: Kris Kaliko] We catchin 'em slippin, in war ain't no fair games See they high, cause inside I see you scared mayne We pull them guns, they run when that lead came (Gunshots) we kill 'em off [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Surrounded and I don't know who to trust Stressed, might be, demons comin in on me tight, will I bust Yea its likely, loaded cocked back, nigga not givin a fuck Press tightly Then dip to the Bay and parlay with my nigga Yuk and get hyphy This odd god is not fraud, just brought knowledge Hot bars from Oxnard to Park College Part raw shit, Part heart and part mobbage Ak-ward, shit I spit, you got garbage I've had it, you faggots is mad at this You rap it, rezap it, and crack if its inadequate Attackers with jackets snaked with bats in the back of it You rappers is whack and it's fact this is immaculate You slack it a gat for the red and black of it You crackers we blacketh then shack, and ain't no master shit We scrappers and hackers who masked for this Sack of magic shit, feel the fanaticness Regime Riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch [Chorus] [Verse 3: Yukmouth] We kill 'em off, kill'em off, kill'em off kill'em off, kill'em off, kill 'em all off Word to my nigga Asia, the cake finna break 'em all off The sawed off 'll rip ya jaw off Bitch niggas gettin hauled off, chop off the kid the mob boss And watch him so quick fall off nigga They foundtaion crumble in the concrete jungle I'm raised in the struggle, ready to rumble Shavin bundles to hustle, most killas humble But I'm loud and obnoxious Bomb ya office like Bin Laden, we kill 'em off with the choppas I'm heartless, I'm on some Don shit Most of my track horrorfying and gothic 2Pacalypse prophet, hot shit, toxic, mob shit Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked bitch Fuck them coppers, we still representin' that block shit The MOBB, we don't fuck with no perpetrators or imitators Snitches, bitches, traitors, or playa haters can't infiltate us We gettin hella paper, in cribs with elevators Let the metal spray ya white tee, ya bitch WE KILL 'EM OFF