Geah
  One two One two (check it out)
  One two One two (check it out)
  Uh
  
  [B-REAL]
  I put years in this shit struggled to build the empire
  Just another brick in the wall you fall tired
  Who will be the one son to fall victim?
  Who's on the street, who's runnin' from pigs wishing?
  No way out
  You can't stay out - your hook
  Criminal lifestyle, you're booked in the crook
  Where will you seek shelter? Killafornia
  What'll you do when you see the heat around the corner?
  You silly fucking goner, where will you hide?
  On the sick side of town facin' the long ride
  Sick-ass Soul Assassins I keep blastin'
  Cause you never know when it's time for some action
  A fraction, chain reaction the crew smashin'
  Through your city get the committee a ready faction
  We run shit
  And muthafuckas are on it
  You can't call it, buster you better stall it
  
  [Chorus]
  We got G-boys and ho's on deck
  One times gafflin' niggas that chin check (check it out)
  You see a robbery
  We done it
  That's just the way we run it
  
  [EIHT]
  Ten years in the game, no chains remain
  Heavy weights, get it straight, still bringin' the pain
  First green since the B.G.
  I gotta get cream
  Late nite hype's the fiends as I plots a scheme
  Got tight with rap flows and followed the rap shows
  But the streets keep callin' me to cluck the pesos
  Did good
  I made up tapes about the hood
  Locked down that shit as nobody could
  Enemies always out to get me
  But just keep spittin' rhymes and they won't hit me
  Street dreams always made of this
  Top dollar
  Bitches and switches is on my list
  Leave your ass with the good night kiss
  Makes moves smooth so your shorty won't miss
  Never runnin' to meal, we chill on the hill
  Real G's always packs the steel
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [EIHT]
  It ain't a problem that I can't fix
  Cause I can do it - in the mix
  Nowadays
  We be's the G's that's deadly
  Bustin' raps, shootin' craps, gots the straps on ready
  Common sense'll tell you, slide out
  But ain't no fuckin' where for you to hide out
  Got the picture?
  We don't play no games
  Eiht and B-Real fuckin' Frank & Jesse James
  To the limit
  Watch us do what we do
  Leave your whole life fucked turn misty blue
  Senoritas and pesos yes yes y'all
  Ball cause we to tall and never fall
  We got paper fo' sho'
  No doubt
  Criminal mind this time you're assed out
  Define it
  Here's your strollin' paper just sign it
  Take a walk as the Eiht starts to talk
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Soul Assassins one time
  Soul Assassins two times
  Geah
  My nigga Muggs
  Still pushin' that china white
  Check it out, uh
  Boom Bam in the house
  My nigga Foe in the house
  Geah
  Cypress in the house, uh
  Take 2 to your mouth
  Soul Assassins
  That's right
  Whatcha wanna do?