[Intro: 2Pac]
Live in this muthafucka!
Thug Pound, biatch!
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, E.D.I., Kastro, Hussein
You know, bitch, da whole muthafuckin' clique!
We gon' hit yo' ass up
You know where we comin' from
DEATH ROW! BIATCHHHH!!! (*echoes*) Hahahahaha!
A-yo, Kurupt, you first to blast, n***a
And you know how we do it on the Westside, n***a
[Ridin', ride on, what we be?]
We ballin', ha! For real, for real

[Verse 1: Kurupt]
For real! I gotta bust the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button, thinkin' that it was when it wadn't
Shit's hectic, the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto, fracture your torso to ya spine
The back-cracker smack you wit' my verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet, n***as crumble like granite
From Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic
Probable cause to get hit! Shit!
N***as best get physically and mentally fit
Show ya hoe, I ignore
For real, and I can tell, on the DL, I got an Indecent Proposal for her (Biatch!)
Mashin' in a Ford Explorer, Hell hound host the horror
Escape from the Box of Pandora wit' somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rifles to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
The Nicky Scarfo
Comin' through to bust, death spreads through camps like Parvo
Young Gotti Kurupt and C with the dope and the green weed
Indeed, I'm out to get high and supply what you need
Mr. Postman — comin' through with all the mail
What you need? I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell!
[AY! Get yo' hand out my pocket, n***a!]

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]
I wake up sparkin' and get wild when the streets darken
And playas drinkin' kegs 'til y'all n***as beg Martin
You labelled Pah nervous, just know I do this job dirty
Like Donna Karan New York, call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey
N***as ain't seen time, I travel courts and dream crime
My room like the million-dollar bill folded with green blinds
Chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies
Dollar bills is Nintendos, the windows is folded fifties
Y'all old cops lost it, drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies, so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest, I'm takin' ya honeys, they Telly pieces
Wearin' my fuckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes
My boys and me is poison, we don't get along equal
Fight each other like brothers, it's all good, we strong people
More strain on the brain, and the pain I deal wit'
Ill wit' nasty n***as, my whole crew on some real shit
For real, bitch, the steel clique, I bill wit' menaces
Ya number one nemesis, paragraphical like Genesis

[Interlude: 2Pac]
Stupid muthafuckaz!
Outlaw Immortals, bitch!
Dogg Pound! Thug Life!
You know how we fuckin' do this shit!
You stupid muthafuckaz don't get me
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Now, take a look inside my mind!
That pen' time made me wise, but still I rise
'Cause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines
Lyrics turn n***as into smithereens
Music so lethal, turn coliseums to murder scenes
I'm Makaveli the Don, it's what they tell me, I'm armed
I'm droppin' n***as like bombs, get in that ass like a thong
Picture a felon in ya presence
Takin' bustas back to the essence
Tellin' my people peep my lethal message
Visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode
Murderous motives for n***as stoppin' my cash flow
You can't fight it, n***a, let go
Witness the sound, made ya bitch ass bow down to Death Row
Mama, these n***as got me fightin' these three-strikes
Showin' up in court, fuck what you thought, it's street nights
I put the game down first, put my n***as up on it
Now we Amerikaz Most Wanted, feel me?

[Verse 4: Kastro]
Since my only fear of death
Is mama cryin' for help, and OG daddy wanna ride
When I know he ain't got shit else since I'm his only soldier
Nobody else gonna roll for me and I know
Without the Row and Immortal Outlaw (Yo, K!), I'll be forgotten for sho
Plus this Thug Life they got me livin'
Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck
Why they jinglin' baby all on my nuts?
I be singlin', fingerin' bitches to fuck
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Bitches is wild! N***as is lame!
I hung around wit' real n***as, got exposed to the game
Muthafuckaz actin' crazy, bustin' me in the jaw
Initiated as an Outlaw! Hahahaha!

(Yeah, muthafucka!)

[Verse 5: Daz Dillinger]
Now, a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides
And a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies
And a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep
Enemies rest in peace, deceased fuckin' wit' me (N***as is wild!)
I gotta 'complish a goal, I'm out seekin' gold
Expose the strap, gotta let off because I'm ruff and raw
Never fell to my knees for shit, 'cause I demand shit
Wit' Diz-Daz Dillinger, drillin' ya for ya shit!
On the streets for the sixth time, in and out for the crime
I rates crimes, add up in food stamp, dollars and dimes
I'm slippin', slidin', fucked up! N***a, what up?!
In the cut, flossin' like a muthafucka, what up?!
Beside LB, now tell me where ya comin' from?
That ain't where I see thangs, and n***a, what's the outcome?

[Verse 6: E.D.I. Mean]
For so many days, and so many ways
We've been duckin' strays they delivers
But steal we some Bad Boy killers fo' the scrillas
I dump in you n***as' livers then watch ya body shiver
And ya mama quiver from the way you just got lit up
Hit up the West Side on my way out
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on from Makaveli's first day out
Now y'all gettin' played out, and laid out for public display
On this day, Y'all n***as is histor-ay
'Cause the whole crew is bitch to me
Listen to me — E.D.I., not many of y'all can see me
'Cause I attack that ass like AIDS attacked Eazy, believe me
'Cause although now I'm just a young stolder
I'm soon to be a gun holder
Initiated to da clique wit' a left to my lip, now the fight's over

[Gunshots 'til end]