| Song | Zip Code |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai |
| 作词 : Black Nights | |
| (Dr. Doom) | |
| Yeah | |
| Yo, yo | |
| West Coast, nigga | |
| Crip, nigga | |
| Better check the zip code, nigga | |
| 9-0-8-0-5, for shoe yo, check the zip code | |
| Yo, check the zip code, 9-0-8-0-5 | |
| West side is my hood, fix yo' hood, nigga | |
| What? What? What? What? | |
| Black Knights, the moder-en day N.W.A. | |
| Cali's finest gangster rap rhyme writers these streets ever raised | |
| Renegades, bustin off guns, definately | |
| If I gotta go out, you're comin with me, like 50/50 | |
| Split decision, Doc. Doom, the rugged rhyme physician | |
| Talk rude, bubble-goose, straight outta Hell's kitchen | |
| Verbal hitman, Bobby Steels' ditch-diggin henchman | |
| Monkey wrench men, I stay up in the war trenches | |
| of L.A., put a hole through yo' eniche | |
| Hey Mr. D.J., the Knights is here so let the beats play | |
| We rhyme for eons, way beyond your small flow | |
| You dynamite niggaz'll rhyme, our click is all pro | |
| (Monk) | |
| Divide the code of honor, kill or be killed at any time | |
| Mathematically enclined, walk, talk with my mind | |
| I pack metal, black gats, stainless steel swords for war | |
| Black Knights attack, crash your coast, waves by shore | |
| Young hitman, body ? until we master samurai style | |
| Chop your neck, some niggaz funny style | |
| Check my war file, from Compton to Staten Isle | |
| I left my trademark, Ghost Dog after the gun bark | |
| Here's a book to read, like weed'll leave your brain sparked | |
| Plant seeds, caught three to seam, got dark | |
| The final shootout, live by the code, die by the code | |
| Empty on your half ass niggaz and then I reload | |
| (Chorus: Dr. Doom) | |
| Killah Cali, the home of the Crips and Bloods | |
| Pimps and thugs, relax or you get hit with slugs | |
| Dent your mug, my niggaz ain't showin no love | |
| (Crisis) | |
| Give 'em a double dose of that shit to leave 'em comatosed | |
| No jokes, we smoke for comin with the rumble coats | |
| Hitman, bullets rippin through flesh, flesh | |
| Supreme penetration, enter your back, exit your chest | |
| One marinate, cardi-inch roast, trapped in your neck | |
| In this war zone, seven get throne, six connect | |
| Discipli' incest, scorpion sting, kiss of death | |
| In this genevese, clappin enemies, clearin facilities | |
| You want drama? We can draw blood, I do the honor | |
| Street novelist, pure dominence, you know the motto bitch | |
| Knights is nothin luckin in the game so fuck bluffin | |
| Cause mass destruction, leave bodies floatin in the Hudson | |
| For the CREAM I'm lustin, the better thing the cheddar brings | |
| From the get-go, we have this shit sewed, so check the zip code | |
| (9-0-8-0-5) where cats get flipped on majorly, fuck cagerly | |
| Thug life style, so bust this mic down | |
| We might joust, Black Knight style, so what's this life now? | |
| (Yo) | |
| (Chorus - 2X) | |
| Killah Cali, the home of the Crips and Bloods | |
| Pimps and thugs, relax or you get hit with slugs | |
| Dent your mug, my niggaz ain't showin no love | |
| From North Long Beach nigga to the C, ya hood | |
| (Outro: Dr. Doom) | |
| West Coast | |
| Black Knights | |
| Check the zip code nigga, 9-0-8-0-5 | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| It's real here nigga | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Black Knights, nigga | |
| West Coast, nigga | |
| East Coast, nigga | |
| South Side, nigga | |
| North Side, nigga | |
| Let's ride, nigga | |
| Yeah... |
| zuò cí : Black Nights | |
| Dr. Doom | |
| Yeah | |
| Yo, yo | |
| West Coast, nigga | |
| Crip, nigga | |
| Better check the zip code, nigga | |
| 90805, for shoe yo, check the zip code | |
| Yo, check the zip code, 90805 | |
| West side is my hood, fix yo' hood, nigga | |
| What? What? What? What? | |
| Black Knights, the moderen day N. W. A. | |
| Cali' s finest gangster rap rhyme writers these streets ever raised | |
| Renegades, bustin off guns, definately | |
| If I gotta go out, you' re comin with me, like 50 50 | |
| Split decision, Doc. Doom, the rugged rhyme physician | |
| Talk rude, bubblegoose, straight outta Hell' s kitchen | |
| Verbal hitman, Bobby Steels' ditchdiggin henchman | |
| Monkey wrench men, I stay up in the war trenches | |
| of L. A., put a hole through yo' eniche | |
| Hey Mr. D. J., the Knights is here so let the beats play | |
| We rhyme for eons, way beyond your small flow | |
| You dynamite niggaz' ll rhyme, our click is all pro | |
| Monk | |
| Divide the code of honor, kill or be killed at any time | |
| Mathematically enclined, walk, talk with my mind | |
| I pack metal, black gats, stainless steel swords for war | |
| Black Knights attack, crash your coast, waves by shore | |
| Young hitman, body nbsp? until we master samurai style | |
| Chop your neck, some niggaz funny style | |
| Check my war file, from Compton to Staten Isle | |
| I left my trademark, Ghost Dog after the gun bark | |
| Here' s a book to read, like weed' ll leave your brain sparked | |
| Plant seeds, caught three to seam, got dark | |
| The final shootout, live by the code, die by the code | |
| Empty on your half ass niggaz and then I reload | |
| Chorus: Dr. Doom | |
| Killah Cali, the home of the Crips and Bloods | |
| Pimps and thugs, relax or you get hit with slugs | |
| Dent your mug, my niggaz ain' t showin no love | |
| Crisis | |
| Give ' em a double dose of that shit to leave ' em comatosed | |
| No jokes, we smoke for comin with the rumble coats | |
| Hitman, bullets rippin through flesh, flesh | |
| Supreme penetration, enter your back, exit your chest | |
| One marinate, cardiinch roast, trapped in your neck | |
| In this war zone, seven get throne, six connect | |
| Discipli' incest, scorpion sting, kiss of death | |
| In this genevese, clappin enemies, clearin facilities | |
| You want drama? We can draw blood, I do the honor | |
| Street novelist, pure dominence, you know the motto bitch | |
| Knights is nothin luckin in the game so fuck bluffin | |
| Cause mass destruction, leave bodies floatin in the Hudson | |
| For the CREAM I' m lustin, the better thing the cheddar brings | |
| From the getgo, we have this shit sewed, so check the zip code | |
| 90805 where cats get flipped on majorly, fuck cagerly | |
| Thug life style, so bust this mic down | |
| We might joust, Black Knight style, so what' s this life now? | |
| Yo | |
| Chorus 2X | |
| Killah Cali, the home of the Crips and Bloods | |
| Pimps and thugs, relax or you get hit with slugs | |
| Dent your mug, my niggaz ain' t showin no love | |
| From North Long Beach nigga to the C, ya hood | |
| Outro: Dr. Doom | |
| West Coast | |
| Black Knights | |
| Check the zip code nigga, 90805 | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| It' s real here nigga | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Black Knights, nigga | |
| West Coast, nigga | |
| East Coast, nigga | |
| South Side, nigga | |
| North Side, nigga | |
| Let' s ride, nigga | |
| Yeah... |