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, left? White. Damn right nigga we killin' each other homie
I am a walking, psychopath talking King of my jungle just a stalking Living life like a quick is my fuse Then as a deathpack the colors I choose Red or blue, cuz or blood, it don't matter
My was from Nutty Blocc My was from Nutty Blocc My was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock? year old on her lap, that was my older sister Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the Cutlass outside on D's, you think it 15 inches, had Love, subbin' My parents bout to see at the Compton Drive In through the movie her stomach start throbbin' My pops start panicin', moms in the seat Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out "Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out 80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his Was a lotta blood, yeah I was born in it Gang my family got torn in it, all over
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Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85 My Uncle Greg cocaine off my high chair in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin' Cousin's loadin' Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old Pops used to tell me: "Son, you ever be like me The Bloods to kill me, the cops'll never catch me And when you gang bangin' life's shorter Joe Pesci" Then one night my pops home off heroin Shit changed, I'm my mama didn't marry him Molested my that night cause she was scared I was too young to help her and my brothers there It was night, 2AM, my mother at work My came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs Turned on the and everything was red I'm by
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Seven years passed, now a lil nigga things Playin' with the like Magic, we was the dream team up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean Watchin' hop my nigga, no green screen from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed Red in my pocket, how you hide those? Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin' Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Rodman jersey Then a nigga turned Pippen on niggas 40 on these niggas If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you But the would never lay down They thought that it was they We thought it was so we would empty out the trey pounds Ditched school especially since it was an all school I'm lucky I'm alive, but you be if bullets hit you? 26 homies and 2 dead brothers Compton is a motherfucker dyin' over
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If someone the flag out my pocket Wrap it my knuckles, make a fist and lock it If someone took the out my pocket it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it If someone the flag out my pocket Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it If someone took the flag out my Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
These rappers gimmicks, an image Straight out of Baldwin If it's any real I'm in it in the midst of the fiction had a vision, look I never gave up Game put me on song 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 It's struggle first, blessin' Like I've hittin' licks all my life and I passed it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get This shit is drastic, my flow On I'm flowin' after The cabbage is all that I'm laughin', niggas cowards It's Osbe, bangin' is my hobby Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them cars and
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