Song Description

The song was supposed to be the intro for a demo that we never finished, regardless the songs like a left jab just waitin for the right hook set up, we still tryin to find the right hook though.

Lyrics

Torrance California, September 17, 1976....

(Crazyloc's Verse)
Crazyloc, the villian the killa the mass murderer, its funny how ya braggin but really i never heard of ya, keep your mouth shut and start speakin when you been spoken to, guerilla killa's on the prowl quick to get to chokin you, you fuckin with the power from two gods, me and cyco gotti on big screens beatin the odds, i keep it flowin like the water comin out ya sink, one blink I'll leave you hangin with your neck in a kink, whiplashed is what you gettin when im servin you heat, bitch slapped is how you feelin when you slippin in the street, the world's gone to fuck and i went with it, mothafuckin azylum til im buried aint no way that I'll quit it, its a gang its a set its a click its a hood, its whatever you wanna call it but we still up to no good, survivin through the jungle watch the weak hit the ground, you shoulda known from the jump that i was born to lay this game down.

Torrance California, July 21, 1983

(Mista Cyco's Verse)
Born 2 lay game down, a loony mothafucka born in CA, ever since 10 i been rippin shit up in OK, straight from the northwest, still on that G status, climbin up the charts like an apperatus, clearin static like MCI, its a bird its a plane its a slug in the sky, im bustin round after round til the day that i die, comin to cross your T's and dot your eyes, mista C um dum ditty dee dum, C Y C O, gimme one good reason, why i shouldn't put your ass deep off in the soil, and wrap up your left overs in tinfoil, its the chin checka wrecka's back in full effect to get ya, rest in peace when i wet ya, pronounced dead on the stretcha, get tha, mothafuckin picture cause its clear, i been waitin to lay it down for years.. for years.

Born 2 lay game down (x2) fade.