Overkill YS (Ft. Rucci)

[Intro: YS]
Ayy (Westside, we goin' for the overkill)
Look (Campanella Gang)
(It's your boy DJ Tray)

[Chorus: YS]
We goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Where it's real)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil'
Blood, we goin' for the overkill (Overkill)
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this shit is real (Now you know this shit is real)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
I'm in the field where it's real (Whole stash)
Tote a steel while I'm runnin' up a mil' (Bands, bands)
Blood, we goin' for the overkill
Heart cold, I don't feel (I don't feel)
Man down, now you know this shit is real
Blood, wе goin' for the overkill

[Verse 1: YS]
Ayy, I'm with some niggas that'll pop up (Pop up)
Pick that mop up and go and clean your whole block up (Clean your whole block up)
Street sweep a nigga whole block with that chop, huh (That chop, huh)
And I'm from Campanella Gang, they can't stop us (Nah)
Pour a four in my Sprite, we don't do the Fanta (Hell nah)
Probably ridin' in the hood in a fuckin' Phantom (Skrrt, skrrt)
Torch a nigga with that nine or that Smith & Wesson (Or that Smith & Wesson)
I'ma give that boy a halo, hope he catch a blessing (Skrrt)
I be thuggin', I be trippin' with convicted felons (Convicted felons)
Man down, headshot, bust a nigga melon
Hit your block with that chop, call it 9/11 (9/11)
We gon' bomb the whole building, man, we like some terrorists (Like some terrorists)
In the set, I'm a vet and that's no queston (No question)
To the opps, I'm a threat with that pole blammin' (Pole blammin')
Slide through, bounce out, we with all that (We with all that)
Catch a nigga slippin', man down in all black (Man down)