[Intro: Doc Doom (Architect Holocaust)]
(You can bank on it)
Yeah, Killa Bee Gang, n***a
(Stick of dynamite)
Black Knights, n***a, what what?
What What, n***a?
West Coast, test what?
(the top of the head was blew off and knocked all his teeth out)
West Coast, n***a what?
Bring it on, n***a
Get gone, n***a, what?
I don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, n***a
(A human fetus developing in the work of an addict)
N***a what what? N***a what?
N***a, bring it on, n***a
N***a what what? N***a, bring it
I don't give a fuck
(World mechanic)
Bring that shit, n***a

[Verse 1: Architect Holocaust]
Monkey dragging hammers down Indonesian stone steps
Walk in America, medicine man fever
Snorkel in the rat's nest, hitchhiker junkie
Where does the Sidewalk End? Knuckles drag
Julian Po, armadillo duffle bag
Juice bars and fudge sticks, roller coasters and Ferris wheels
Two large revolvers, rock fights in alleys
Bury more dough, meet Mr. Constrictus (muhahaha!)
Roll up a blunt on my passport
Hitting like a grass court, fabricated verbal crash course
Last horse that gallops through snowflakes
White feathers with red tips died yesterday
Obey what the weapons say pointed at your face
Shoot your screaming briefcase man, dear Niagara
Death of a Salesman, tip-toe on barbwire
Dirty maggot sausage, fat minds of peddlers
Newsstand editor, Archibald the lecturer
Mean man Archibald Kray, call him Arky
Holocaust awfully sipping vanilla coffee
There's a trap door tarantula living behind my right eye
Hairy as a scrub brush, light is a Holocaust
Architect medic, crystal bullets that flare though
Hang you back-to-back in the fields with a Skarekrow
Later call in elbows spitting the same lead
The white hummingbird, How Roses Came Red
Drive-in in the swamp.. (Kill or Be Killed)
[Verse 2: Crisis]
It's me, back in the flesh, packin' a TEC
Crackin' in ya vest, tappin' the chest, half to the neck
Struggle for breath, wrestle with death and that's on the set
The Knights shine while you faggots reflect, half-step
Hold my own, Crisis never regret, the school reject with knowledge
Murder traitors, all devils get demolished
In the county of the Lost Angels
N***as chant the Black Knights like 'The Star-Spangled
Banner ghetto grammar, plant you off the David Banner
Blue and Gold Havana's, Mecca Diems, n***as act brave when that wet up in 'em
But dead the criticism 'cause they know It'll get 'em
Beheaded, my n***as plot patiently ready to set it
Line for line rhyme for rhyme your Darts pathetic
Synthetic, artificial, generic, my darts'll split you
Vertically, I know you faggots heard of me

[Break: Doc Doom]
Heard of me, heard of me, heard of me

[Chorus: Doc Doom]
It's 'Kill or Be Killed'
In these cold streets of Compton and Long Beach
That's why we dont sleep, hold heat and roll deep
Low key, gang bang with OG's, Bee Gees, YG's, TG's
Who want beef? Who want beef?
[Verse 3: Sandman]
It's the Hillside Strangler, Sandman the dream keeper
Eliminate your team with the streetsweeper
Spit a rap docterine, etched in graffiti text
Come on and get put to rest, who wanna see me next?
The street vet from the North-Side,{Long Beach}, pack a black TEC
Let my pants hang, use gang bang dialect
Soakin' wet, every mornin' "Wake Up" in front the liquor store
Blue jump suit, karate shoes up in Denver Row

[Verse 4: Doc Doom]
The Killa Bee Law is Kill or Be Killed that's why I sleep with my steel
Cautious cause n***as out here kill at will
In Killa California where n***as put flames to foreigners
So put them things up on ya, smoke weed and bang corners
Bang on ya like what set you from? Better have ya gun in close reach
Rollin' through Compton, L.A. and Long Beach
You might get ya life took, don't come thru here shook
These Cali streets is full of Killers and Crooks
Gangstas and cops, semi-automatics and Glocks
N***as don't scrap no more them was the days of my pops
N***as that box, nowaday they twistin' on tops
In Killa Cal and I don't think this shit ever gon' stop

[Verse 5: Rugged Monk]
You feel the steady impact of the mighty bomb jack
Blue and Gold 'S' hat 501's a chrome gat
I love to gang bang, pants hang ridiculous
"I kick it with, these hot heads that's off the hook", I don't fuck with hooks,
I'm straight from the streets, keep a chunky heat, prepare for warfare
Step and you'll get laid there, dead on the spot
RZA signed us fresh off the block, Fo Sho you know my hammer's cocked
At all times still on the grind trying to get mine
Ask me how I get paid, my verbal switchblade
Ask me who I'm rollin' with I say the, "Killa Bee Gang"
Follow along, we stop like the Compton Parade
Anybody in our way is for sure to get slayed
Group or solo, solo or group, we only recruit
Real Soldiers, Iron Brigade Soldiers, real n***as
Smash buildings, blaze Bloccs, so fuck feelings
Lace up the chuccs, get on the AVE & start to dealin'
Real shit, make my money flip, Compton, Cali
[Chorus x2]
It's 'Kill or Be Killed'
In these cold streets of Compton and Long Beach
That's why we dont sleep, hold heat and roll deep
Low key, gang bang with OG's, Bee Gees, YG's, TG's
Who want beef? Who want beef?
It's 'Kill or Be Killed'
In these cold streets of Compton and Long Beach
That's why we dont sleep, hold heat and roll deep
Low key, gang bang with OG's, Bee Gees, YG's, TG's
Who want beef? Who want beef?

[Outro: Doc Doom (Warcloud)]
Faggot motherfuckers
The Gang, n***a
The real G's, where you from (Compton)
The n***as bitches, what? Fuckin' wit us
Boy (L.A.) The Black Knights
West Coast Killa Bee Gang, n***a
Wu-Tang n***a, when we bang this, hear?
(Linwood, Killa Beez) N***a
N***a, Watts, all that, n***a
Straight up, n***a (Inglewood)
Where y'all n***as from, man?
(Malibu) Hey young'n (Hollywood)
Out here tryin' to be like the G's, n***a
Straight gangstas, man, we gangstas
Homeboy, n***a, just gang bang rap
It belongs to us, homeboy (Right, right, right)
You know I mean? That bullshit you speakin'
Is on some other shit, boy, and I mean it
'You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit Us'
(That's exactly what we be sayin')