Dump On Em DJ Muggs (Ft. B-Real, Ice Cube & MC Ren)

[Intro]
Turn by (Come again)
Oooh shit
You know what type of time this is
(L.A. is in this motherfucker)
It's one of them Soul Assassins thangs baby
(Wicked) Hehehe

[Verse 1: B-Real]
East side brothers see me slidin' in a 59 rack top
Plottin' on the 1-10 high-
Sun is shinin' like a diamond in the moonlight
Stars alignin', in the moment 'cause tomorrow might be out of time
And I'm a lion roamin' through the jungle
Every day's a struggle, every day's a hustle
Every day you gotta flex some muscle
Clap you like Kurt Russel
To the dome, tombstone
Every single minute that you live in here, [?]
In the home of the drive-by's and gang-ties
Better stay on yo game and keep fuckin' eyes wide
Open, motherfuckers always on the come-up
Follow you home and then they run up with the gun up
Hold the fuck-up, you comin' for mine?
Bad luck, tie 'em up, throw 'em in the trunk, treat 'em like a punk
Drop 'em off in the hood and whack the pump on 'em (Dump on 'em)
Buck-shots got a house of pain, jump on 'em