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 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 homie
I am a walking, psychopath talking King of my just a gangster stalking life like a firecracker quick is my fuse Then as a deathpack the colors I choose Red or blue, cuz or blood, it don't matter
My daddy was from Nutty My uncle was Nutty Blocc My mama was from Hoover, how she end up cuttin' 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 it wasn't 15 inches, had Love, subbin' My parents bout to see Rocky at the Drive In Halfway through the movie her start throbbin' My start panicin', moms in the passenger seat Scared of so she's stiff as a mannequin Pops put the car in reverse and skrt'd out "Drive motherfucker" the words my mom skrt'd out 80 down Wilmington, pull up at King Rush my mama to her and let the doctor do his thing Was a lotta blood, yeah I was born in it Gang my family got torn in it, all over
Colors, colors, colors, colors, My colors, colors, colors, colors, Colors, colors, colors, colors, My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Jordan got to the Bulls, '85 here My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my chair Mama in the cookin', pops on the couch baggin' loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old Pops to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like me The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll never me And when you gang life's shorter than Joe Pesci" Then one my pops came home off heroin changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him Molested my that night cause she was scared I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't It was late night, 2AM, my at work My sister back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt Blood on her face, on her hands, blood on her legs on the light and everything was red I'm by
Colors, colors, colors, colors, My colors, colors, colors, colors, Colors, colors, colors, colors, My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Seven years passed, now a lil seeing things Playin' the birds like Magic, we was the dream team up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes Red in my pocket, how you hide those? Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin' Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis jersey a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas 40 sippin' on niggas If you Crippin', we was on you nigga But the Crips would lay down They thought it was they town We thought it was ours so we would empty out the pounds Ditched especially since it was an all Crip school I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit 26 dead and 2 dead brothers is a cold motherfucker Niggas dyin'
Colors, colors, colors, colors, My colors, colors, colors, colors, Colors, colors, colors, colors, My colors, colors, colors, colors,
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If someone took the flag out my Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist 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 flag out my Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
rappers gimmicks, fuck an image Straight out of Baldwin If it's any real I'm in it in the midst of the fiction Still had a vision, look I gave up Game put me on this song and I around and came up I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so do it for them Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M struggle first, blessin' last Like I've been hittin' licks all my and I passed Kept it active for my son he know his ain't a bitch Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get This shit is drastic, my bashin' On I'm flowin' after The is all that matters I'm laughin', these cowards It's Osbe, 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 clips and out them stolen cars and
If someone took the out my pocket