OG Kid Frost — Youseemurda

[Introduction Dialogue] Yeah, it's that G-Spot shit Rappers got the minds of our youth all fucked up We just some mo' motherfucker that's adding to the corruption [Verse 1: A.L.T. & Frost] Now fuck it, I'm a throw down on this last song One little G fuck with me and he passed on I got drastic, put him in some plastic Now he's in a casket, hit the joint and I passed it I feel my lungs expand There's a demon in the van, it's the G-Spot clan Assault and battery is done for a salary If you talk shit, I turn the song into reality The G-Spot is ill, I got proof (Why's that) Because there's blood on the walls of the sound booth Here come the jura, put your shit away Tec-9's in the attic, trap doors for the getaway I'm crashing through the door with my 'Lac in drive I'm running from the cops to the 6-0-5 Now I'm headed south with a joint in my mouth Lost the cops, killed the lights, and I'm out [Chorus: A.L.T. & Frost] It's no surprise, look in theses criminals eyes You see murder, you see murder It's them G-Spot killers and we on the rise Bloody murder, bloody murder [Verse 2: O.G. Enius & Frost] Let me get that big daddy Frost on the line He probably in that liquor tub sipping on some wine *Phone ringing* That's how we do it Three G's from that east side with that rendezvous Yo, what's up loco what they hitting for I got them fly ass hynas knocking on my door I got one for the G. Enius, two for A.L.T And three for the daddy getting freaky in the caddy Yo, meet me at the G-Spot foo (Cool) Pick me up a case of that ice cold brew (Alright) That's how it is when you play the game You hitting switches and puffing on that Mary Jane You know it's on in a minute so I'mma get it One last time for the G-Spot coming With them hits for the 9-5 and 6 on Dedicating this song to pimp'em [Chorus: A.L.T. & Frost] It's no surprise, look in theses criminals eyes You see murder, you see murder It's them G-Spot killers and we on the rise Bloody murder, bloody murder [Verse 3: Frost, O.G. Enius & A.L.T.] Roll call, bitch, here's the G list Kid Frost, A.L.T., and O.G. Enius It's the last verse of the grand finale Putting it down for the San Gabriel valley And all you buster ass punk, little bastards Who thought you could forget A.L.T., I'mma blast you (Man, fuck them) Hell nah, I think I'm going to punk him Hey, cool out homes cause trouble already stuck him I've never been nice, I put that ass on ice It's just another G-Spot sacrifice One more try means that one more dies And I'm lighting up the sky like the fourth of July I'm creeping in the night that Gibbie got And looking at the foo' that Gibbie shot His mother asked who did it, I said bitch please It's that Mexican foo's, they call the G-Spot G's [Chorus: A.L.T. & Frost] It's no surprise, look in theses criminals eyes You see murder, you see murder It's them G-Spot killers and we on the rise Bloody murder, bloody murder It's no surprise, look in theses criminals eyes You see murder, you see murder It's them G-Spot killers and we on the rise Bloody murder, bloody murder Yeah, the sight of blood excites some I can't wait for my next victim Will it be you? (Short passage in reverse)