Anybody Killa Tha Dogg Pound (Ft. The Game)

[Intro: The Game]
West Coast, it's all about survival nigga
West Coast, California's own
Black Wall Street, D.P.G.C. 
You niggas know what it is
Compton and Long Beach back together again..

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
You know it's, murda-murda, bring the drama for ya mama
Got them .223's in the back of the Impala
Niggas got a problem, nigga this how we could fix it
Ten or twenty of my homies goin' all on a mission
Lookin' for them niggas to let 'em know that it's on
Send a couple niggas to the funeral home
Them niggas that you love is back (Like that?)
(Chrome gat motherfucker, where it's at?)
I'm only fuckin' with them real niggas who stay in the street
I'm only fuckin' with them real niggas who playin' for keep
With a street sweeper sweepin' your whole block with a tool
I'm old school with it, I don't play by the rules
Bundles of cash, two thousand grams, turnin' soft into hard
Don't you know we the shit up on the boulevard?
Don't you know that niggas died just for playin' hard?
0-8' chrome shoes, bulletproof car

[Chorus: Daz Dillinger]
And we don't give a fuck where you from
(Anybody Killa)
And don't give a fuck where you from
(Anybody Killa)
And we don't give a fuck where you from
(Anybody Killa)
And don't give a fuck where you from
(Anybody Killa)
And don't give a fuck where you from
(Anybody Killa)
And don't give a fuck where you from
(Anybody Killa)
And don't give a fuck (Anybody Killa)
And don't give a fuck (Anybody Killa)
And don't give a fuck where you from
(Anybody Killa)