This ain't nothin' nigga. All this gang bangin' shit? It ain't nothin' homie, it ain't nothin'. I'd give it up, I'm in this shit for a purpose man. I got a reason dude to get up out of this shit nigga. All that shit ain't nothin' homie. Ask yourself what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now what two colors did we pick? I'm talkin' bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what's left? White. Damn right nigga we killin' each other
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath King of my jungle a gangster stalking life like a firecracker quick is my fuse Then dead as a the colors I choose Red or blue, cuz or blood, it don't matter
My daddy was from Blocc My uncle was Nutty Blocc My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here rock? Four old on her lap, that was my older sister of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture Cutlass outside on D's, you think it 15 inches, had Computer Love, My bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In through the movie her stomach start throbbin' My pops start panicin', in the passenger seat Scared of contractions so she's as a mannequin Pops put the car in reverse and skrt'd out "Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom out 80 down Wilmington, up at Killer King Rush my mama to her and let the doctor do his thing Was a lotta blood, yeah I was born in it banging my family got torn in it, all over
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Jordan got to the Bulls, '85 here My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my chair Mama in the kitchen cookin', on the couch baggin' Cousin's loadin' Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon Fiends in and out my house in old Nikes used to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like me The Bloods want to me, the cops'll never catch me And when you gang bangin' life's than Joe Pesci" one night my pops came home off heroin Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him Molested my sister that cause she was scared I was too to help her and my brothers wasn't there It was late night, 2AM, my mother at My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her Blood on her face, on her hands, blood on her legs on the light and everything was red I'm by
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Seven passed, now a lil nigga seeing things Playin' with the like Magic, we was the dream team Posted up on the block, I had that lean '64s hop my nigga, no green screen Walkin' from the to the Cedars with my eyes closed Red in my pocket, how you hide those? Larry Nickles crack spot, my got me servin' cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey Then a nigga turned on these niggas 40 sippin' on niggas If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you But the Crips would lay down They thought it was they town We thought it was ours so we empty out the trey pounds Ditched school especially it was an all Crip school I'm lucky I'm alive, but you be if bullets hit you? 26 dead homies and 2 brothers is a cold motherfucker Niggas dyin'
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If someone took the out my pocket Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it If someone the flag out my pocket Wrap it around my knuckles, make a and lock it If someone took the out my pocket Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it If someone took the out my pocket Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it
These rappers gimmicks, an image out of Baldwin Village If any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction Still had a vision, look I never up Game put me on this and I fucked around and came up I'm Jungles, most my gone so I'ma do it for them Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M struggle first, blessin' last Like I've hittin' licks all my life and I passed Kept it active for my son he know his ain't a bitch bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get rich This shit is drastic, my bashin' On rappers I'm after The is all that matters I'm laughin', niggas cowards Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby Except my model cars a fuckin' dead body I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan Loadin' up the and hoppin' out them stolen cars and
If someone took the flag out my