In a matter of time, pullin out my pistols and bombs
Me and diggy gettin wiggy wet out of our minds (hey!)
In a couple of days, switch it up a couple of ways
In a matter of time, findin out so this world could be mine

[Kurupt:]
I'ma crack the bolt, snatch all the money and coke
I'm goin for broke pistols, poppin off from the doe
I'm launchin 'em all, missiles in the swarm of the war
Storm, now everybody on the motherfuckin floor
In five seconds, 'bout to leave, five reasons why
High on sky, 'bout to blast everythin inside

I think I'm good at the [?], C-Walkin cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie, ha ha! (ha ha ha!)

I think I'm good at the [?], C-Walkin cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie, ha ha! (ha ha ha!)

[Kurupt:]
Nigga we smokin on some bomb bomb, rollin with my lights off
Not givin a fuck nigga, Daz and Kurupt nigga
Pistols in my right palm, just in case the war's on (yeah!)
Over through the war zone, with calicos and the chrome

[Daz