On Sight

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]

A nigga starvin’ at home but with an appetite built for destruction

Get it off your chest, nigga, cock it and bust it

On sight, we rushin’, AK’s from Russia

We the niggas you love to hate ‘cause we jammin’, now fuck ‘em

Explode on them assholes, enter the danger zone

Where the weather’s so cold

I told the story, again and again

On how it goes down way back when

You see, cuz told cuz, now cuz caught a slug

Then cuz came back and gave it like it was

Now it’s some nigga dead, 187 in progress

Now niggas know ‘round here not to start shit

[Verse 2: Kurupt]

Murder, murder, cock the burner, dump it and slide, nigga

That Dogg Pound Gangsta shit bump in my ride, nigga

Me and my brother Draws, dippin’ around the ‘Shaw

Me and my brother Hump, got the semi and pump

Pushin’ for the frontline, hit ‘em up from behind

Hit ‘em up every time, kindly cop, on the dot

Swoop and Lil G Rock, let’s go get the money route

And see what the fuck these bitch niggas really talkin’ ‘bout

Me and my nigga Daz always out to get the cash

Soon as you see them niggas, you should just duck and dash

Before we come out with the nina, fly, buck and flash

Motherfuck it, Daz, hit the fire, cock, buck and blast

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger + Kurupt]

We gon’ ride, we gon’ smash

We gon’ get ‘em, we gon’ blast

We gon’ ride, we gon’ smash

We gon’ get ‘em, we gon’ blast

Yeah, fuck y’all niggas, we gon’ ride tonight

We gon’ catch these niggas slippin’

Get to dumpin’, get to chippin’

Get to pancake and chicken flippin’

Making money off some bitches

Die or die tryin’, ride tonight

[Verse 3: The Lady of Rage]

Now, now, get with this deadly fixin’

Step into mama’s kitchen

And you want I’m fixin’? Raw spittin’

Flow like a locomotive, don’t act like you ain’t notice

You tryin’ to see me, you best’a readjust your focus

No one could be as dope as, no one but me that wrote this

Come on, you gotta quote it

My guns, I keep ‘em loaded

Noted but bitchy, thoughts, this industry is wishy-washy

Been a long time but my rhymes make you forget me nada

Bucks ‘em down with my underground tactics

Batten down the hatches, Cali is active

But still sleepin’ on us like we was a cushy mattress

But I’m about to stick it to ‘em like a bushy cactus

And then strike ‘em like a book of matches

Watch my flame, you are not my name

When it comes to my spit game, remember I’m that dame

Lyrical murderer, ain’t shit changed, bang

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger + Kurupt]

We gon’ ride, we gon’ smash

We gon’ get ‘em, we gon’ blast

We gon’ ride, we gon’ smash

We gon’ get ‘em, we gon’ blast

Yeah, fuck y’all niggas, we gon’ ride tonight

We gon’ catch these niggas slippin’

Get to dumpin’, get to chippin’

Get to pancake and chicken flippin’

Making money off some bitches

Die or die tryin’, ride tonight