And I’ve just received word that our forces have won a major victory
The underground terrorist network has been destroyed here on the West coast

The outlaw rebel party COB
Has been identified as national terrorists
They have taken over Section 7
And claimed it as their stronghold
Any politician caught crossing the border has been warned
This is a no-fly zone for them
Outlaw hideout, we in this mother fucker deep
Politician come around here, we gon’ leave him dead under a sheet
Already told y’all, trespass we gon’ give your ass the beam
We took the wings off you maggots
This a no-fly zone man down in the streets
Welcome to the banana republic
Everybody’s bananas, bandanas and thug shit
Can you imagine a city the size of Atlanta mixed with Santa Annna
Abandoned and famished ’cause this is the land of the fuck shit
The chicks with the shits too
Naw brah I don’t think you wanna find out
They pull up on you on a motorcycle with a loaded rifle
Pretty ass bitch blow your mind out
She just giving enemies creases
Police is ripping niggas to pieces
So we just giving sinners to Jesus
Believe it, pick a trigger and squeeze it
Repeat it, kill a pig in the precinct
G shit
And I don’t give a fuck
As long as my Cuban got a light
As long as my movement down to fight
Aight
Swear to God they gon’ make a movie out our life
If you come around here

Imma give you that hammer
Yeah Imma give you that hammer
Even if its live TV
Imma smile for the camera
Imma give you that hammer
Imma give you that hammer
Yeah Imma give you that hammer
Even if its live TV
Imma smile for the camera
Imma give you that hammer

Where you gonna hide when the killers outside
In the pitch black and you hear (whistle)
Where you gonna hide when the killers outside
In the pitch black and you hear (whistle)
Where you gonna hide when the killers outside
In the pitch black and you hear (whistle)
Where you gonna hide when the killers outside
In the pitch black and you hear (whistle)
They coming

What the fuck are you doing
Tell me what the fuck are you doing
Don’t come around here talking gang gang gang
If you ain’t fucking with the movement
What the fuck are you doing
Tell me what the fuck are you doing
Don’t come around here talking gang gang gang
If you ain’t fucking with the movement

If you ain’t down with the outlaw, outlaw
We in this mother fucker deep
Fuck a wolfpack man
I can make a killer outta sheep
That’s why I’m hunted by the empire
They came to kill me in my sleep
But I was gone by the time the fools tripped my alarm
I heard that bitch go dee-dee-dee-dee

Fuck the empire

Imma give you that hammer
Yeah Imma give you that hammer
Even if its live TV
Imma smile for the camera
Imma give you that hammer
Imma give you that hammer
Yeah Imma give you that hammer
Even if its live TV
Imma smile for the camera
Imma give you that hammer