Released: November 3, 2009
Featuring: Kobe KXNG Crooked
[Verse 1: Kenny]
Now if a nigga got beef he can talk to my piece
Play like snitches nigga talk to the heat
I treat a trigger like Charmin and squeeze
You niggas must be pussy since you are what you eat
Like police they hate when my squad's on the beat
Because mu clique is sicker than a cough and sneeze
I lay low in your grass like an army fatigue, then bust my firearm 't
Till my arm get fatigued
The sickest clique I run with it
Who want it? Come get it
We get it done we put it down like we done with it
We can get it on pick a track to spit on
You can even get on with one of them raps you sit on
I'ma get on and go in and get off before I get off and get on in the Coupe with no lid on my green grow like a led on
'Cause for the snaps I pimp my flow get dough when I put it on The track
[Verse 2: Julius]
Yo, I killed the first Grim Reaper call me the Reaper deuce
But I bring life on the mic call me the reproduce
You shit poppers I'ma finish shit pull out choppers on some Dennis Shit
Don't crawl me when your teeth is loose
I'm a creature that chew on speakers and eat the booth
Pummel the drums and snares yeah this beat abuse
If you challenge me I'ma win
On tracks you scared to drop bars like showering in the pen
Howitzer will defend me better than D Howard'd do the rim
I'm scowling I don't grin (no)
Yeah haters should vacate
Weather it's Heckler and Koch or the hunting knife take your Fucking life with the HK
I do what they say haste makes, I waste
Faced with the black hawk gat talk it say "Hey"
You say you off in the head I'm off with you I off switch ya
Off with your head!
[Chorus]
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
[Verse 3: Dice]
I'm on some cock my Glock shit I pop you then drop you right Where you stand
A killa a cold motherfucking assassin
I strange and mangle you niggas on a murderous spree
Like a virgin you pussies should have known you wasn't fucking With me
I run with a mob Capone, Luciano and Siegel
Add Intriago then my clique becomes Resident Evil
I carry a pump like I got asthma that'll make a niggas plasma fall Like Niagara
I'm quick to take flight I'm cold as a Mike Tyson right
I strike like lighting a thief in the night like Christ
You the prey I'm the predator so pray I don't put led in ya
When I wave the Glock it cl-clear the area
I'll click click and bury ya
Test me I'm daring ya
'Cause you bitch niggas is fucked better get a tux 'cause death Finna marry ya
Who you know spit sick as Malaria? Nobody but D-I-C-E the Gangsta MC
[Verse 4: Demetrius]
I eat sleep and drink murder I'm drunk off that redrum
I speak murder sever in you in a dead tongue
I ink murder murk verbiage bled from the pen
This is lyrical sin being red from the rap Bible
Spitting flammable written's dismantle your mandible mishandle My diction
Spitting liquid Adamantium this man'll sit back and envision
Sick plots sick planning for instance
I'm planting forensic evidence in your residence
Link his ass to a massacre and land him in prison
Hitler and Tony Montana you mix 'em you get him
Mister Scar ate off his face, it's hannibalism
La Familia COB we really the mob cop killing villainous squad
Willing to rob the Glock the dealer
Gimme them rides!
I'm armed religiously like an Indian God
[Chorus]
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
Circle Gang C.O.B (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
Circle Gang C.O.B (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
Now if a nigga got beef he can talk to my piece
Play like snitches nigga talk to the heat
I treat a trigger like Charmin and squeeze
You niggas must be pussy since you are what you eat
Like police they hate when my squad's on the beat
Because mu clique is sicker than a cough and sneeze
I lay low in your grass like an army fatigue, then bust my firearm 't
Till my arm get fatigued
The sickest clique I run with it
Who want it? Come get it
We get it done we put it down like we done with it
We can get it on pick a track to spit on
You can even get on with one of them raps you sit on
I'ma get on and go in and get off before I get off and get on in the Coupe with no lid on my green grow like a led on
'Cause for the snaps I pimp my flow get dough when I put it on The track
[Verse 2: Julius]
Yo, I killed the first Grim Reaper call me the Reaper deuce
But I bring life on the mic call me the reproduce
You shit poppers I'ma finish shit pull out choppers on some Dennis Shit
Don't crawl me when your teeth is loose
I'm a creature that chew on speakers and eat the booth
Pummel the drums and snares yeah this beat abuse
If you challenge me I'ma win
On tracks you scared to drop bars like showering in the pen
Howitzer will defend me better than D Howard'd do the rim
I'm scowling I don't grin (no)
Yeah haters should vacate
Weather it's Heckler and Koch or the hunting knife take your Fucking life with the HK
I do what they say haste makes, I waste
Faced with the black hawk gat talk it say "Hey"
You say you off in the head I'm off with you I off switch ya
Off with your head!
[Chorus]
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
[Verse 3: Dice]
I'm on some cock my Glock shit I pop you then drop you right Where you stand
A killa a cold motherfucking assassin
I strange and mangle you niggas on a murderous spree
Like a virgin you pussies should have known you wasn't fucking With me
I run with a mob Capone, Luciano and Siegel
Add Intriago then my clique becomes Resident Evil
I carry a pump like I got asthma that'll make a niggas plasma fall Like Niagara
I'm quick to take flight I'm cold as a Mike Tyson right
I strike like lighting a thief in the night like Christ
You the prey I'm the predator so pray I don't put led in ya
When I wave the Glock it cl-clear the area
I'll click click and bury ya
Test me I'm daring ya
'Cause you bitch niggas is fucked better get a tux 'cause death Finna marry ya
Who you know spit sick as Malaria? Nobody but D-I-C-E the Gangsta MC
[Verse 4: Demetrius]
I eat sleep and drink murder I'm drunk off that redrum
I speak murder sever in you in a dead tongue
I ink murder murk verbiage bled from the pen
This is lyrical sin being red from the rap Bible
Spitting flammable written's dismantle your mandible mishandle My diction
Spitting liquid Adamantium this man'll sit back and envision
Sick plots sick planning for instance
I'm planting forensic evidence in your residence
Link his ass to a massacre and land him in prison
Hitler and Tony Montana you mix 'em you get him
Mister Scar ate off his face, it's hannibalism
La Familia COB we really the mob cop killing villainous squad
Willing to rob the Glock the dealer
Gimme them rides!
I'm armed religiously like an Indian God
[Chorus]
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B. (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
Circle Gang C.O.B (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?
Circle Gang C.O.B (hey)
Circle Gang C.O.B (hey)
C.O.B or nothing go get your tattoo
New new new West coming
N-n-niggas what you gonna do?