[Intro: Cyco & Pope Locc]
Aye, fuck it
Thought you know we was lying and conquering n***a
N***as ain't knew
This is Nitebreed n***a shit (Naw)
You in the home of body bags
Aye, ah
Motherfuckers get rolled up like doja sacks around here (Tripping on the O.E.)
I thought they knew (I don't got the time for the O.E.)
And I'm pissed, I gotta bring it all for 'em, here it's like this
Home of body bags

[Verse 1: Cyco & Pope Locc]
I creep through the streets with my n***as and my piece (Uh huh)
Roll in buckets and the juice, fucking n***as with the-
Fuck the police, cause the peaceful n***as over and they grеase motherfuckers with somе heat
Make a move and you'll get beat (Haha)
Home of body bags fool when it's done (Uh huh)
Tape off the scenery and notified, then it's fun (Then it's fun)
Shit is brung to yo block to execute (Uh huh)
MAC-11s cocked
N***as raid yo block ready to shoot
And that thang moving
N***as losing flesh when killers wet up shit (Uh huh)
Fucking with these scandalous hoes and look to get set up quick (Ah)
Guess what bitch? Nightbreed is up all day
Bitch, you know my name, I'm Insane (Ha)
With half my brain (Uh huh)
Blown out from the shrooms making rap tunes
Cause rap sells with rap tales
We'll take you to the land where all the crack sells, we'll blackmail
Use blackmail tactics to get that cream
Pistol seen in the room hold the n***as around the triple beam (Uh huh)
Zombies gleam at a chance to get a blast (Yeah)
N***as scream "get the cash!"
Bullet straps are quick to blast
Quick to mash, time to dash
Like seasoned salt
Tweaking for the motherfucking system cause we all falling victim
It's some crazy shit (ah), that will fuck with yo mind (Uh huh)
That's why you'll find (yeah), I'm high and strapped with my nine (N***a)
Millimeter gat, even though I rap and make capes living
In the killing fields where everybody want they case (N***a)
[Chorus 1: Cyco & Pope Locc]
It's the home of the body bags
N***a, Killer Cali (Cali)
Where n***as get dead for fucking with a n***as caddy (Uh huh)
It's the home of the body bags
N***a, that's where it is (I'm right here babe, yeah)
Where n***as run up and stick a gauge in your ribs

[Verse 2: Pope Locc & Cyco]
Ha, ha, bloodslide
I'm coming to bring the ruckus for you motherfuckers
Hustler as in hip, get this Nightbreed with them pink n***as (Come on)
Simp n***as retreat cause see we beat and break n***as like beat street till they greased
All our enemies need feet (Blow)
We'll come through your vicinities with ten of these black entities (Haha)
Twelve gauge, double hennies pan n***as back like Denny's
Plenty of avenues to choose when it comes to blasting fools (Ah)
I'm asking who's the first to make the eleven o'clock kill, n***a
Uh huh, I got tools in my box for you bastards
When I was sixteen with the ratchet to twist you n***as caps backwards (Blow)
It's drastic in the gutter for you bitch n***as and busters
Cause like, Robin Harrison, shit, I'll pull that motherfucker (Ha)
So just scoot your bitch ass over and let this young n***a show ya
You'll get done away like Fay and watch me run away like O.J
No way Locc, the Pope a nice dude
I shoot to kill like Ice Cube
So don't you fuck around and get smoked (Smoked, n***a)
Because we running this motherfucker so you sit and don't say shit (Don't say shit)
Because the West Side Nightbreed n***as ain't the clique you want to play with (Uh huh)
Pick any n***a up out of the Breed and try to exceed your boundaries
You bound to get planted like a seed cause we cultivate n***as like weed (Mmm)
Heed the warning, I've been sworn in by my n***a Locc Cyco
Then I released Speaking, I'm seeking to leave n***as leaking they typo
Ready to die for the n***as that I know, that Nightbreed (Yeah, yeah)
Now you know like I know, now why the fuck a n***a got locked up (N***a)
[Chorus 2: Cyco & Pope Locc]
It's the home of the body bags
N***a, Killer Cali (Cali)
Where n***as get dead for fucking with a n***as caddy (Uh huh)
It's the home of the body bags
N***a, that's where it is (Uh huh, yeah, shit)
Where n***as run up and stick a gauge in your ribs (Bow)
It's the home of the body bags (Uh)
N***a, Killer Cali (Come on)
Where n***as get dead for fucking with a n***as caddy (Uh huh, yeah)
It's the home of the body bags
N***a, that's where it is (Come on)
Where n***as run up and stick a gauge in your ribs (Bla blow)

[Outro: Pope Locc & Cyco]
Ha, uh, West Side, n***a (This is how it goes down)
1990 whatever (N***a here)
Touche n***a (Ah)
Pope and Cyco
Fuck everything else
Nightbreed big pimping (Insane Poetry)
Ha, n***a, n***a
Realize it