Lyrics:
Two Steps From Hell

Reppin' my city, West L.A., baby West L.A. made me this way Two rule, stay fresh, homie get paid Hey, never broke and never bummy I'm from where it'

, ?Clash with two sounds? We rock the hottest things, no matter how much it cost You talkin' about, ?Yeah, son? We talkin' about, ?Yo, lock it off? Wheel that an' take it from

marshall wanna shut us down Get us out, so someone can 'gun' us down We was two songs away from gettin' some cunt up Now, we one song away from tearin

done it From Riverhead to C.I. to Brentwood to Wyndanch {Niggaz} comin through will not stand a chance From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell

for, eagle street right by the store katrina wiped the city out but couldnt f-ck wit holly grove lost some real niggas i knew from a long time ago but heaven or hell

and any asshole that threatens me. I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope, takin' out a cop or two. They can' t fuck with me. The muthafuckin' killa that

motherfuckers again That if you step to me wit ho shit I'm turning you in Shocked-and shot wit five holes in your memory And when you headed for hell

roaddog you feelin' me yet so if I die, I'm tryin' to get it mamma, barely deed and pray to God that he kept this spot hell me sad as fuck, what the nigga

Aight, cool, take a seat, dunn (Uh, huh, word up uh, huh, uh, huh Step aside uh, huh, uh, huh Fuckin' bitches uh, huh, uh, huh) There that go, feel my