Here We Are/Go Killem

[Daz](Kurupt)

Psss.. yeah..

It's about time y'all bitch ass niggaz (fuck this.. shit)

Y'knahmsayin? Tired of ya bitch ass niggaz everywhere

(Yeah nigga, Daz and Kurupt) 1-8-7 killin, everyday all day

I'm comin out!

[Daz]

Nigga cause you better come strapped wit some tec's

to get back or get capped, the back slap, a late flap

Swingle's the cheater when them thangs come in screechin in the dark

I want my snija when you singin the sparks

Dustin off bread, motherfuckers for startin Rucker's

Can't touch us, me and my homey reply wit fuckers

Me and my dogg's blast attention leavin y'all less in the action

Bitch ass sorry ass bastards, heartless, senseless coward

I was born to devauer, cut your sorry's

For all my real niggaz behind bars

Scared for life, from the blade of a knife

The kid strikes at thirteen for takin ya life

Seven tec's, I earn repect; you "Chin Check" the rest

or die when your bitch ass death

I take precaution, stalkin these streets, flossin and ballin

Keep your hand on yo' heat, cause we playin for keeps

Real niggaz do real thangs in this gang-bang life we lead

You can't hang, nigga die and bleed

Murder won't stop 'til every buster and sucker drop

Fuck the cops, stop me from corruptin the block

Rocks pass the glocks in the weed spot

Stop playa hatin, whodie got and clock yo' own knock

Tryna perfect the shine, the fifty-eight camera's die

Blind ya when we comin from behind

[Chorus: male singer + female singer]

Here we are (here we are)

and there they are (there they are)

Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*

Gonna get gone, aiyya, aiyya (get gone, get gone) {*gun shot*

[Chorus]

[Daz]

(?)'s a herb, call the choreographer the murderer

Camaro's, I show no mercy and no sorrow

Fuedin, layin 'em down, for every radio, seveditary

Layin 'em down dead up in the montuary

Death is more, another life is gone

Brandish your torn; forty weeks later - a soldier is born

Inbine your neighborhood to let me if you could

Be a G or you claim to be let me know if you could

Back shootin up, hoes Cadillac's {*gun shot*

Don't ever come back, you show me where it's at

Off the rack comes the gay, buck sprays

and A.K. retaliates in a major way!

We're in the land where it's banned from man

Clan for clan, where simple mistake, you end up dead (yeah.. say what?)

I roll with Crips (?) for the chips

Grip the pistol to ya brain, never takin no shit

Whether, Heaven or Hell, I gotsta prevail

Rather die makin it happen and to die in a cell

Rather load up my hollow-point shells

but nigga, you snitch and tell

leave they bodies wit the maggots and snails (UGH UGH!)

Shit, duck for T-Duck.. (ahh!), always G'd up

On a mission for tuition, I need bucks

Big dollars.. (why?), I jack niggaz cause I gotta

My kids got enemys now because of they father (shhh)

[Chorus] - 2X

[Daz]

Smoked and loaded and fucked up by a locked up

On some niggaz who try to get buck

In the fashion, the blastin, it's hard to imagine

Not cashin no niggaz who be actin like bastards

What do I do, but call my niggaz and my crew to come

do what they do, and put they work on you

See me automatic, cause static, static's inatic of a gun-play

Like everyday, all day

You want trouble? Ha-ha, let's bring the fan

and Daz you blast, so donate bitch ass

Adios as his ass got smoked

and fucked the wrong nigga now his ass is goast

I smoke a blunt and stick my dick in some cunt (ahh AHH!)

To me and my homeboy's, ya just some punks, haha

Who really want it? Nigga come get it

Slowly but surely, homey you ain't never forget it

How many times I gotta say somethin, I'm fuckin wit mine

Livin the life of crime where it's do or die

Y'all niggaz don't really want none of this

We the shit, but ya fucked ya crew, bitch!

[Chorus] - 3X w/ variations

[Daz] {*w/ female singer singing in background*

Kill 'em, kill 'em

Yeah, pull up on this nigga right here

Choke out (?) {*gun shot*

PLO! KILL 'EM!...