In that criminal mindstate, I'm riding and with the California crime rate
Niggas is dyin', gotta get that money, so I
Load a clip in the 4-5, ever since my brother died
Been on a murder mission with pistols, Hollywood homicide
Critics said Compton died with Eazy
One hand on the Holy Quran, I'ma ride for Eazy, better believe it
In the 6-4 Impala, heavily weeded
God as my witness, Compton is alive and breathin'
A nigga with an attitude and Bone Thugs
We ready to die, ready to ride, I stare Death in his eyes (yeah)
Part the Red Sea with a Heckler and Koch
And walk through the valley of death with a vest and a Glock
NY buried Christopher Wallace, Cali stressin' for 'Pac
In my Jam J's, I bust a shot for Scot La Roc
My life is real, like 50's beef with Ja
The A-Team got the West on lock, motherfuckers
We the original criminals, therefore, they'll be no replications
No second guessing the nation, thug invasion got these suckers shaking
You've been waiting and anticipating
The making and the arrival of my thug congregation AKA Desperados
It ain't hard to spot us either, follow the trails
Of the hollow shells, as well as the rotten smell of body cells
How many of you niggas is ready to get down and dirty?
Watch me split rounds like a 30-30, word up
If you could just put on an instrumental and let a nigga run
It'll be like giving me a gun 'cause I'ma kill everybody
'Cause you know you can't fuck wit' the tongue
I come with the extra explicit elicit wicked, call me Mr. Sawed off'll hit ya
Now take time out and pick ya shit up (get up)
Feel us, this the real nigga, the souljah feel nigga
Roll in control niggas and we roll with cold killaz
So you better back up off us before we blast ya off us
And if ya think we joking, you'll be laughing in a coffin
Original niggas, pump, pump, say whatchuwando?
Original killaz, pump, pump, say whatchuwando?
Original niggas, pump, pump, say whatchuwando?
Original killaz, pump, pump, say whatchuwando?
