Lyrics
Ya best come correct! Step correct! 818 on the map psychological mad trap
Step to a fool and I'll bet he's got a gat
Paranoia principle has got us strippin' so
Three dot lifestyle has got us running hell of miles
It's all that we know, it's all that we do, seen and done
So many homicides we thinking it's right fool
My brothers down to slay me daily cyco sickness within us, damn it's getting rough
I will survive! I will survive y'all! I must survive! Life on the line I said keep on breathing!
'Ya best come correct! What's up dog?
Don't numb yourself because this is a hell, wicked one!
Wicked one out for self, not only in L.A., but it's jumping off worldwide
From L.A. to Belfast to genocide at "wayside"
And if killing my brother means survival then I'll take this bullet with all of the love of my soul
You can call me a punk but I ain't givin' up, solid givin' my life see!
Whatever the cost may be? Juice, Coke, Yeska, Heroin, Doses
Making fools-snap now I got to live around that!
I will survive! I will survive y'all! I must survive!
Life on the line I said keep on breathing!
The worst kind of man kills his brother! God help us!