Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe. What? What?

Psycho Realm, P.O.D., Boo-yah Tribe. What? What? 
My soul is payable on death, the flow I'm layin here is deaf 
Mics come with a teflon vest, my words wreck 
I'm a Psycho, ill with the voco-loco. 
Heard a sick pedo noco noco by coasta logo 
Gas mask with the gangsta strollo 
Got a piece that will match the chrome D's on my low-low 
Total chaos, you think that I'm a rapper your way off 
I'm a killer that be murderin these tracks, so stay off. 
Serial rhymin, convicted of driving and beat the hymen 
and breaking the hymen on ears that never heard of the line that I'm in 
The danger zone is common, city blocks got the demons mobbin 
I'm a con-artist, starvin, strong armin 
Jason's guitarin, Traa's bass while Wuv is bombin 
Bring the streets to the booth, It's my therapy from mental scaring 
From the hell when i dwelled in an L.A. projects 

Ever since the day the streets be callin 
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin 
All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll stay on it. 
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining 
down on my face there's someone trying 
trying to grind it out these streets we live 
and I'm not dying 

My souls payable on death, home grown out the west 
my words be leapin from the grill leaving you holding your breathe 
So who want next, and who gonna test? 
Come get this lyrics beating, I'm out the frame like graffiti 
It's so misleading, but i make it look easy 
and everybody out the box trying to cop my steezy 
So my crew roll through, you know quite is kept 
But my level is next, so bet it all on dread 
I break bread with hustlers, conversate with kings 
Conquer kingdoms with warriors and preach to the fiends 
Partake communion with dealers, love the least of these 
Ask forgiveness from a priest and keep my ears to the streets 
Some of my people still fightin they own demons 
And some of my people still shootin until it's even 
Some kill you just because, and I'll leave it at that 
But I choose to use this mic to push these platinum plaques 

Ever since the day the streets be callin 
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin 
All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll stay on it. 
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining 
down on my face there's someone trying 
trying to grind it out these streets we live 
and I'm not dying 

Ever since the day the streets be callin 
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin 
All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll stay on it. 
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining 
down on my face there's someone trying 
trying to grind it out these streets we live 
and I'm not dying 

When it drizzle come the storm 
and when you born, you see that rappers die where I come from 
You thankin gangsta, thank the game 
West full circle and it finally came 
From the waters runnin how the west was won 
How them candles flamin for my brothers to find home 
Broken halos and clipped wings 
Though we birthed of the west coast, we'll talk in them real things 
Did ya'll know that gangstas don't cry? 
Did ya'll know all thugs don't ride? 
We gangsta pimpin but we had to 
You ever touch my sister, got you! 
I'm keepin it gangsta cause keepin it's worth keepin 
And paid for being processed 
With sleeping worth leaking 
The streets ball callin me out of control 
I'd rather be sending love before I let it go 

Ever since the day the streets be callin 
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin 
All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll stay on it. 
Somewhere in the world the sun is shining 
down on my face there's someone trying 
trying to grind it out these streets we live 
and I'm not dying 

Ever since the day the streets be callin 
Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin 
All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll sta