Well alright. Spice 1 in the hiddouse. (and Short Dawgs in the house bitch).. With the L.A. Players (soldiers to the game you know?) Yeah.. (Peep game fool)..
Spice here's go them niggas yo. Hit that shit hit that shit.. We all niggas going down where the fuck ya all going down.. . Damn ain't this a bitch ya all got me fucked up.
Smellin' stale fresh out the county jail. Coppers gave me hell in a cell. But now its Mo' Murder to make mail. They thought my heart was playin' life at a different pitch.
It's the motherfuckin' heist so don't ring the alarm 'G'. It's the B-O-S-S and the S-P-I-C-E. So, put this gat in your pants (right). And we gonna rob these motherfuckers.
Yeah, the motherfuckin east bay gangster back in the house. A.k.a. mr. kill yo' ass. 187 fac mothafucker. Nine-trey. G-nut in the motherfuckin house. Big john on that goddamn bass.
[Chorus]. Kill 'em all. Kill 'em all. Kill 'em all. Kill 'em all. 'cause everybody dyin' on this mothafuckin' album. Kill 'em all. Kill 'em all. Kill 'em all.
Yo Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief. Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece. My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West Coast's dopest rappers.