4 deep on the creep I gots the Tecs on prraahh..

Take the safety off lock exterminate your block

Leavin do' holes with .44's and 20-gauge rifles and Tecs

And breakin' n***as' necks like bad checks

Outrageous with 12 gauges 'L.A. Times' front pages

Leaving mingled bodies hangin' on stages

Collapse n***as with raps caps n***as with straps

Smoking on the bomb eyes tighter than Japs

Rollin' evil with the Desert Eagle schemin' Young Prod

When the squad's in the house：oh my God a homicide

Is 'bout to committed admit it

You seen the Tec and you s**tted

Nickel-plate in your face a .38

Competin strangle the evil with low blows

I dips fo' low with bad h*es the saga unfolds

The S.C. script had to design s**t to wreck your mental

B***h and plant a f**kin' slug in your temple

Yeah

The West Coast Gangstas still O.G.'s

Sportin' khakis and Chucks and B.V.T's.

Swervin through your hood in a blue low-low

Sportin' Carhartt jeans with a chrome 4-4

G maneouvres increasin my retaliation

Shob n***as provoke could equal to your devastation

My motivation is lyrication the philosophation

Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration

Mentally loc'd I'm smokin' tracks like it's blunted

I'm frontin' 'bout .44 mags and G rags

My khakis t-shirt and Chucks stun ya

I zap you like a genie

You try to escape like Whodini

You plastic

I'm boombastic like that muthaf**ka Shaggy

The Cartel keeps the groove nasty

You tried to fade but got eleminated tried the differential

But couldn't fade the f**kin' instrumental

My mental compound exploitin' the hoods and towns

Breakin' it down and if you trippin' yo' a*s is clowned

It's Mr. Prod comin' cutthroat live through the wire

The West Coast G's is on fire

Freestylin' to a instrumental in a rental

Q-fo'-fever evil side finna leave a

N***a leakin blood seekin' for the weekend

Headhuntin like a dome-servin' freak and

Mental scheme we G's this we locs like that

We grab Macs and reacts to open n***as' backs

Welcome to the dome of terror the era of the evil side

Take n***as out the run like drive-by's

Come come test this let's just

Just this

We're money-makin'

We grab the g's get the ki's and we shake it

It ain't too easy to find me

Young Prod run games like _Jumanji_

My 9 blow minds everytime I dump

Takin' n***as' chests out and lump

Evil Side servin' muthaf**kas from the back to the front

Don't front so where ya at

In the back of the homie's 'Lac

Cockin' a strap finna take a muthaf**ka off the mat

I got your back - back at ya n***a

Pull the triggers slugs to n***as' mugs

Forever Evil Side straight gangsta