Artist: Yaki Kadafi f/ 2Pac, Hussein Fatal & Kastro Album: Son Rize Vol. 1 Song: Secretz Rearranged Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Verse 1: Yaki Kadafi] We do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em' Down wit' no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (Here we go) Squeeze the lead off, I blow his mutha fuckin' head off Signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off Yaki Kadafi, it ain't a cop here to stop me These streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy Put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar Locked in the slammer, while I'm layed cocked back like a hammer Ya'll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up Ya'll, that means I leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck Your pig scanners can't come close touch or even hit me Doin' my dirt, puttin' in work, you see shit, what you gonna do? Secretz to war! [Chorus: Kastro] Secretz to war bust if we must, plus Handle our business if them jealous niggaz fuck with us Secretz to war if we must, plus Handle our business when them jealous niggaz fuck with us [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] Let go my enemies, my heart beat, pump with the heat So I bust instead of waiting for you punks to squeeze See you all on my 3 pound rounds, since you conform Bit the fact that Outlawz just kick down these doors Bitch niggas be fouling out, hacking me with the wack rhymes Grabing ya .9, shooting scared, tryin' to take mine I'm putting pressure on you niggas when I'm mobb Deep bringing the heat to you dirty ass squad You can robb, point blank range, peek game From the pleasure, taminated criminal Hussein Bitch nigga I try to project steps with the Tek Murder next, and robb any nigga any set Hussein, the type of muthafucka dying with trey pounds Ghetto type be drown, hollow points from the waist down Secretz to war! [Chorus: Kastro] [Verse 3: 2Pac] Now, as I approach the scene, from smoking green, got my eyes close Niggas I call 'em my foes, I make 'em die froze Watch me make 'em bleed, makin' G's, Lord help me with it Got me fakin' bitches of a meal ticket, help me get it See me in and pray for options, when the precious love stop Niggas get to pistol poppin', then watch the body drop I'm a lethal weapon, watch me hit yo set, flash on Blast on them bitch made niggas with my mask on Do it for profit, plus I'm, lookin' for punks to bust on If you ain't screamin' WestSide, nigga get the fuck on I'm seeing demons hittin' weed, got me hearing screams Scared to go to sleep, I bust the scene like a dope feen Probably be punished for it, although you can't ignore it I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it Niggas past the clip and watch me bring 'em to the floor I got some shit that they ain't ready for, I got the secrets to war [Chorus: Kastro]