Kill
J-Diggs Ft Yukmouth Lyrics


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[Intro: Gonzoe]
Yes yes, whuttup mayn, It's the Regime man welcome to our world
Ha ha ha, yeh, you ready, you ready Yuk, you know I'm ready, kill 'em off
Ready, let's do this shit

[Verse-1: Gonzoe]
If you niggaz hate me, why don't you face me
If you love me, then embrace me
No words from me, I let the case speak
White sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first then his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em
Had the whole porch glowing, out the super sports showing
Our man power, make workers out of cowards
Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' every hour
Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the powder
Whole spots get surrounded, whatever breathin' we jailin'
Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass can count it
Lovin' my Regime life, California violence
Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the sirens
You pull me over; you get more then the drunk drivers
South Central, survivor, hustler, kuniva
Outlaw gang nigga, Regime ridah

[Chorus: Kris Kaliko]
We catchin 'em slippin' and war ain't no big games
See they high, cause inside, I see you shivering
We pull them guns they run, when that lead came

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris Kaliko]
We kill 'em off (Echo)
Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh, Uh-Uh. Uh-Uh
Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne N9ne, N9ne, Tech, Tech, Tech, N9ne, N9ne, N9ne
Ooooohh

[Verse-2: Tech N9ne]
Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, stress might be
Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
Load the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
Then dip to the bay parlay with my nigga Yuk, and get hyphy
This odd god is not fraud just broad knowledge
Hot bars from Oxnard to Park College
Part raw shit, part hard, and part mobbage
Awkward shit I spit, you got garbage (cha)
I've had it, you faggots, is mad at this (cha)
You rap it, we zap it, and crack if it's inadequate (cha)
Attackers with jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
You rappers is wack and it's fact, this is immaculate (cha)
You slackers that got in the back to the red and black of it (cha)
You crackers we blacker than Shaq and ain't no master shit (cha)
We scrappers and hackers who mash for this (cha)
Sack of magic shit, feel the fanaticness (cha)
Regime riders kill 'em off and scatter bitch

[Chorus]

[Pre-verse Ad-Libs: Kris Kaliko]
We Kill 'em Off

[Verse-3: Yukmouth]
We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
Work till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off
And sawed up, I'll rip ya jaw off
Bitch niggaz gettin hauled off
Chop off the kid of the mob boss
And watch this slowly fall off
Nigga..
They foundation crumble in the concrete jungle
I'm raise in the struggle, ready to rumble
Shapin' bumbles that hustle, most killers humble
But I'm loud and obnoxious; Bomb your office like Bin-Laden
We kill 'em off with the choppers, I'm heartless
I'm on some don shit most of my tracks horrifying
And gothic, 2Pacalypse profit, hot shit, toxic
Mob shit, Rap-A-Lot bitch, we got it locked bitch
Fuck them coppers we still representin' that block shit
The mob we don't fuck with no perpetrators or imitators
Bitches been to strangers play us haters can't infiltrate us




We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with elevators
Let the metal spray

Overall Meaning

The song "Kill" by J-Diggs Ft Yukmouth is a rap track that talks about killing their enemies and how they run their Regime of thugs. The first verse by Gonzoe is a vow to his haters to face him if they hate him while he takes care of his business. He talks about his man's power in making workers out of cowards and how they surround and jail anyone who breathes. He loves the life of violence in California and ambushes anyone who pulls him over. The chorus by Kris Kaliko talks about how they catch their enemies slipping and killing them off. Tech N9ne's verse follows, where he talks about his state of mind during moments of stress and how he doesn't give a f*ck. He also includes metaphorical lyrics, comparing his rhymes to the concrete jungle, and boasts about their skills in rapping. The final verse is by Yukmouth, who talks about his mob and how they kill their enemies. He says they are not to be messed with and describes their success in making money and owning cribs with elevators. The song ends with the line "let the metal spray," which emphasizes their readiness to attack anyone.


Overall, the song "Kill" is a representation of the violent side of thug life in California. The lyrics use aggressive language and imagery to convey a message of strength and fearlessness. The song highlights the Regime's willingness to kill anyone who opposes them, making it a menacing track.


Line by Line Meaning

If you niggaz hate me, why don't you face me
I don't understand why people who hate me can't confront me instead of gossiping or talking behind my back.


If you love me, then embrace me
If someone loves and supports me, they should show it openly and not hide their feelings in secret.


No words from me, I let the case speak
I believe that actions speak louder than words, so I let my achievements and accomplishments speak for themselves.


White sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
The white sheets represent death in the form of corpses and those responsible for the killings are in power and control the situation.


We hit that man first then his faculty drop
Before attacking the leader, we take out their followers or associates to weaken their power and influence.


I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had for 'em
I took on the persona and energy of Tupac Shakur to express my anger and aggression towards my enemies.


Had the whole porch glowing, out the super sports showing
I had flashy and expensive cars parked outside my residence to show off my wealth and status.


Our man power, make workers out of cowards
The strength and unity of our group can turn weak and fearful individuals into productive and motivated members.


Focus leave a nigga beans, smokin' every hour
Our intense and persistent attention towards our goals can make others feel stressed and overwhelmed, leading them to use drugs to cope.


Gun shots get louder, over blocks and the powder
As violence and fights occur, the sound of gunshots becomes louder, and the situation becomes more dangerous and volatile due to the presence and use of drugs.


Gonzoe spend your money, for you bitch ass can count it
I spend my money freely and without concern, knowing that others are envious and jealous of my wealth and success.


Put a nigga in the ground, like I ambush the sirens
I can easily kill someone and dispose of their body, similar to how I can ambush and evade the police.


You pull me over; you get more then the drunk drivers
If the police pull me over, they will not just find evidence of drunk driving, but also more serious crimes and illegal activities.


Surrounded, I don't know who to trust, stress might be
I feel trapped and uncertain about who to rely on and trust, which makes me anxious and paranoid.


Demons comin' in on me tight, will I bust, yes likely
I feel overwhelmed and helpless, and there is a high chance that I will lash out and act impulsively out of fear and desperation.


Load the cock back nigga not givin' a fuck, press tightly
I am preparing to use my weapon and show no mercy or hesitation, taking pride in the power and control it gives me.


This odd god is not fraud just broad knowledge
I am a unique and powerful person with vast knowledge and insights, not just pretending or faking it.


Hot bars from Oxnard to Park College
My music and lyrics are popular and well-received in both my hometown and around the world.


Part raw shit, part hard, and part mobbage
My music combines raw and authentic stories and emotions with tough and aggressive language and gangster themes.


Awkward shit I spit, you got garbage (cha)
My unconventional and unique style of rapping is superior to the mediocre and boring work of others.


Attackers with jackets snakin the bat in back of it (cha)
My crew and I are armed and dangerous, with jackets that conceal our weapons and plans of attack.


We scrappers and hackers who mash for this (cha)
We are scrappy and resourceful fighters who will do whatever it takes to succeed and survive, using any means necessary.


Feel the fanaticness (cha)
The passion and intensity of our music and persona is undeniable and riveting.


We, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em off, kill 'em ALL off
Our crew is determined to eliminate and destroy all of our enemies and opposition without any mercy or hesitation.


Work till my nigga age and they came so to break 'em all off
We work and hustle hard until we can retire comfortably and provide for our families, and will not let anyone get in the way of that goal.


The mob we don't fuck with no perpetrators or imitators
Our gang and crew only associates and works with authentic and loyal members, and will expose and eliminate any wannabes or enemies.


Bitches been to strangers play us haters can't infiltrate us
We are cautious and exclusive when it comes to new people and opportunities, and will not let any haters or enemies into our circle.


We getting' hell of paper, and cribs with elevators
Our hard work and success has resulted in significant wealth and luxury, including extravagant homes with elevators.


Let the metal spray
We are prepared and willing to use our weapons and engage in violent actions if necessary to protect ourselves and our interests.




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