Times are getting hectic, the po po's interceptin
no homeboys unaffected, talkin to detectives
can't understand it, how they picked up these habits
all you back stabbin faggots, makin Los the madest
motherfuckas in the double C county (Woodie: Antioch!)
gotta clip through these streets with need of clean
i gotta bring this thing to a closure
got a protest, smoke ya, like a fat sac of doja
but boy, but i told ya like northern exposure
got a high style soldier that's liable to potch ya
packin heatas and hostess'
got me smokin my roachas
and the stress is so high
it's turning out, it's to toke us
it's hard to focus on my life dream
when i got the shiesty, haters right behind me
i'm likely to snap, react and grab the strap
put on the small spot on my back
ain't no tellin' where i'm at, when i'm hot to react
i'll go to a place deep in the bay
where you can't get away from suckaz that are two-faced
and it's a damn shame, people turn their back on ya
poppin' like champagne
i'm rising bubbles and brains
chorus:
Loyalty above it all its the hardest fact (..hardest fact..)
Just when you thought you knew was going through your homeboy's mind
(ooh.. yeah.. yeah..)
The funk starts jumping and he can't handle his fears (..handles his fears..)
Watch that homeboy that you'd die for, loyalty disappear (oh.. yeah.. ye ah..)]