Verse 1 (Kronik969);

Shut up time to bring kronik out there...

in the middle of this riddle thats called rap in a drizzle
i'ma fill'em with my bombs while u spit from ya mouth
its a west coast rap u shud head to dirty south


if ya find me spittin there it wont be me but my spirit
i dont care what beat it is i'ma exploit it to the limit

i find it straight as a beamer comin thru ya $#&@in speakers
when the cheaters of this game call me out n my teacher
who is jesus ofcourse but i aint letting him down

passion of the Christ is how we roll in my town
i aint white or black my freakin skin is brown
and i rap it hardcore as i'm shootin in rounds

one strike n u dead aint no way u can escape
i'ma build my estate on the dirt of ya grave
hell yeah!!!


Chorus (2K);


Keep ur mouth shut *4
mother$#&@ers ooooh $#&@ ya all
dis is ma hood so keep ur mouth shut !!


Verse 2 (DoubLe-S');


Chupke se peeth piche bole tu janu main
khamosh ucha na bol. .tuje pehchanu main.
age se bante yaar......peeth piche karte waar...

apne hi jano se nafrat hatt sab jhuta ye pyaar!

Waqt ka ye khel sara. .pal pal badalta jae

ye na bole. .bas dhunde rah aur guzarta jae.
nafrat hai kaisi teri. .jati na bas hai thehri
mujko na rok sale kat dunga rooh teri!!


Chorus (2K);


Keep ur mouth shut *4
mother$#&@ers ooooh $#&@ ya all
dis is ma hood so keep ur mouth shut !!