Lyrics:

Anger! Hostility towards the opposition! 187 L.A. trademark,
don't come to the killing fields if you ain't got no fucking
heart, cuz WILLIE, IRA and DARYL will get you - got you -
fucked up and dead will be the way you walk. Damn right, I
hate L.A. swine with a passion GEE cuzz my pops was killed by
the fucking L.A.P.D. Yes they killed my daddy! Yup they killed
my daddy! And if I don't blast 'em back , you know they gonna
fucking kill me, do me like they did NATASHA, back turned from
a gat hollow tip to the dome they got ya. April 29, L.A. swine
not guilty, fools down for the payback on Florence and Norman-
dy. Anger! Coming straight from the L.A. concrete, true blue
motherfucker about for generations deep. But who's the real
motherfucker though, and what does that fake know about mot-
herfucking South Central? Fool! What you know about a set or a
sign , you fake motherfucker? Never ever seen a nine. But if I
catch you slippin' punk, I'm gonna fade ya cuzz set ain't down
with that getto perpetraitor. Anger! April 29, Florence to
Normandy! Jack for my human rights and ya catch a PUU PUU!