Joaquin: It's seven and a half sharp this things about to start My whole crew's being torn apart By a spark of the greed 'cause everybody needs And if
Sonny: Now I'm tired of makin' all these other mothafuckas money While they sit back and leave it all up to sonny It's been a long time I've worked for
I got mad visions, pictures and premonitions Of war drums and suicide missions Prosecution, execution, revolution, mass confusion All over ready for war
styles, it's no shock We rock 'til the cops come and rock non-stop Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks? The psycho realm's spraying
Couldn't believe your eyes When you see what the fuck is comin' Psyclones all you sorry mothafuckas runnin' The city has turned to renegades With guns
through hallucinations escape now every wicked ordeal regenerates disgrace, emotions ruined intellectuals seduced including nations founded under loose
will shoot some dead That?s the fundamental to a fucked up mental Now you got a gun, your life?s a psycho realm My strategy, assault battery Runnin'
We exert power with metal showers at all hours While they devour with mental prowess and kill ours Show of force for harm it's main source We divorce
bullet from a fuckin' gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me And you're fucked for ever" [all] L to the o to the v to the e, love! [b-real
many vatos is outside And yes y'all we got alot of em high From the East to the West but all the sick syde We down to help B-Real keep the world stoned
Chorus (x1) Time is short and my life is sick That's how it is man look at this shit You get abused by street platoons Hit you like wind and what-cha
no combat skills are falling For real you know we get down In sick-ass world downtown killing fields Learn soldier grills Fuck'em all up on the street real
bad aim It ends all the same Every mothafucker right here gotta jump on soul train Some go up, some go south Some get stuck in a realm with no way out
You better dig deep and find your soul 'cause you're lost Need guidance, which way to go, people are despicable Unpredictable spirits callin' out so all
hot Dangerous slums woods lost 'hoods burnt spots we live in Killing fields death fills Concrete jungles rumbles ill Sick projects swinging steel Real
cause you can't stop it Hook: In the killing fields I run with my stee You better recognize the war's here for real You might murder against your will
You're online type in a password from your own mind What you think is top secret got insiders thinking they're all mine Y2K year two thousand is when
and bring that high back That's why I strap it's my defense against those Who are committing defense randomly becoming foes? Shit is survival of fittest testing who's biggest and realest