She give you more claps than an opera Street Sinatra, here to tease the shoppa Try and stop the Regime killaz will cost ya Pop the glock to get the message across ya You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor I'ma silence you niggaz as if I was actors and flossa For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca We got twats on lock the tiny tots My mom say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa Shit is gonna be a slip knot enoughs a enough We reign the clocks got ya
We the real street criminals And we sell it for the minimum We the kings of the jungle Y'all don't wanna step inside the ring in this rumble Platinum rappers are humbles Whenever we make our presence But they just can't get it No, they don't have their mind on it I don't hear no soul in it They don't have they heart in it We will break you off a bar Discharge 'em in your car
This where the game twist Seperate the Regime nigga from the nameless Hit 'em with the stainless And once we spit we sayin' you (Come on!) Have ya name all mixed up with bad news Y'must got my team confused Break yo' face then bust the .2 Nigga this what a hustler do When Gonzoe and my niggaz lace ya crew
[Chorus - Big Krizz Kaliko]
Villains, killers and terrorists Forget about the bullshit These niggaz rather debate it On these streets is how I get it A fetish for living Hellish It's talented how sell it Then cock it back and pull it No it ain't nothing to it Split spleens to crush dreams Holla back to swallow stacks Treat 'em like dope fiends Regime 'til I die, throw slugs in ya jaw
Niggaz talk a lot of ruckus I keep my niggaz dirty like truckers Been in the game pretendin for better You fucking with a war nigga Yo fuck rappin, I'll kill ya Dorasel'll smack ya franchise Snatch the Tec-9's from Yukmouth And blast *gunshots* back at ya Rover I told you I'm the dirtiest Him...and gettin' up the earliest Fuckin' wit' my street niggaz And white boys that'll eat niggaz I don't need a butcher to do my reppin I get mines with a heat nigga Pass by the spot wit' yo piece We back up on the rocks wit' it I do it cuz my pops did it Still got the same heater My niggaz leaking shots with it So they can think my cock did it
'Til they slay me and they lay me Seize deep, pushin daisey's in Hades My brigade'll swing a blade at the mainstream A weapon's kept in my drawers To protect the every cause I represent Second of we'll never fall Fo' the mumbles, sumble, crumble not! Turn the fuckin' crum into an oven bake cake Hey! Wait! No - I'm - not - done Military 'til I'm killed and buried wit' my shotgun And sinnin from minute to minute 'Til I finish, all riddled they gimmicks and image they mimic Stitch 'em and pitch 'em to the franchise
[Chorus - Big Krizz Kaliko]
{*Yukmouth talking throughout the chorus*}
Yea nigga! You can't fuck wit us nigga Regime mobstaz, tatted with dragons and mashin' - igga!
The thug lord ayatollah ran wit' twelve disciples One hand held the rifle *gunshot* To Crips and Piru's and rivals Them birds on the grayhound From the curb of they town Get served and sprayed down *gunshots* Pounds of Earth'll break down The cops run a search and shake down Ever since I signed with my niggaz from H-Town Made me put them cakes down Shake and break like earthquakes now And fuck hoes, ass up face down Regime rock throw backs gats A branch fell but the tree won't fall
[Outro - Big Krizz Kaliko]