Kill Em Off Lyrics - Yukmouth

[Intro: Gonzoe] 

Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It's the Regime man welcome to our world 

Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you know I'm ready, kill 'em off 

Ready, let's do this shit 

[Verse-1: Gonzoe] 

If you niggaz hate me, why don't you face me 

If you love me, then embrace me 

No words from me, I let the case speak 

White sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots 

We hit that man first then his faculty drop 

I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em 

Had the whole porch glowin', out the super sports showing 

Our man power, make workers out of cowards 

Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' every hour 

Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the powder 

Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin' 

Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass can count it 

Lovin' my Regime life, California violence 

Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the sirens 

You pull me over; you get more then the drunk drivers 

South Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva 

Outlaw gang nigga, Regime ridah 

[Chorus: Kris Kaliko] 

We catchin 'em slippin' and war ain't no big games 

See they high, cause inside, I see you shivering 

We pull them guns they run, when that lead came 

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris Kaliko] 

We kill 'em off (Echo) 

Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh. Uh-Uh 

Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne N9ne, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne 

Ooooohh 

[Verse-2: Tech N9ne] 

Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, stress might be 

Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely 

Load the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly 

Then dip to the bay parlay with my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy 

This odd god is not fraud just broad knowledge 

Hot bars from Oxnard to Park College 

Part raw shit, part hard, and part mobbage 

Awkward shit I spit, you got garbage (cha) 

I've had it, you faggots, is mad at this (cha) 

You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it's inadequate (cha) 

Attackers with jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha) 

You rappers is wack and it's fact, this is immaculate (cha) 

You slackers that got in the back to the red and black of it (cha) 

You crackers we blacker than Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha) 

We scrappers and hackers who mash for this (cha) 

Sack of magic shit, feel the fanaticness (cha) 

Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch 

[Chorus] 

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris Kaliko] 

We Kill 'em Off 

[Verse-3: Yukmouth] 

We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off 

Work till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off 

Sawed up, I'll rip ya jaw off 

Bitch niggaz gettin hauled off 

Chop off the kid of the mob boss 

And watch this slowly fall off 

Nigga.. 

They foundation crumble in the concrete jungle 

I'm raise in the struggle, ready to rumble 

Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most killers humble 

But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your office like Bin-Laden 

We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm heartless 

I'm on some don shit most of my tracks horrifying 

And gothic, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit, toxic 

Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked bitch 

Fuck them coppers we still representin' that block shit 

The mob we don't fuck with no perpetrators or imitators 

Bitches been to strangers player haters can't infiltrate us 

We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with elevators 

Let the metal spray