Lyrics and Music written and produced by Scott Callahan
Lyrics
You never should have messed with a brotha as rough as me
There is no warning shots, only your final catastrophe
I will Michael Corleone you in a silent ninja kill
Like Silence of the Lambs, American Psycho, Kill Bill
I will take all that you have to give and then make you give me more
I ain't no sucka Odysseus, and this is no Trojan Greek War
See I will come at you like 300 Spartans and this the Art of War
I'll shoot you and your girl in the head and drive away with your car
Boys Play Games, Real Men go to War
The screams from the house, victims on the floor
We don' let bygones be bygones in the hood
The rules of the street are always understood
You fat piece of shit can't catch nothing out of breath and dizzy
We rise in the West Coast, your momma baby and I got busy
So we live like caged beasts waitin' for the day to let the rage free
Still me 'til they kill me, Holler If you East Coast Wankstas Hear Me
A five-double-zero Benz, flauntin' flash, Bitches pursue the dream
Been known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
Pussy Genius, Millionaire Mind, Serial Killer College Degree
Screamin"Thug Life!" every time they pass, all eyes on me
Boys Play Games, Real Men go to War
The screams from the house, victims on the floor
We don' let bygones be bygones in the hood
The rules of the street are always understood