everytime he hit a three Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I'm one blood, he's the
, everytime he hit a three Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I'm one blood, he's
on Cash Money They can't kick me outta shit, I ain't Dame Dash, dummies I'm the gang rapper on a regular route Me and Weezy blood brothers we got red
Black Panther tat Kill a nigga cross him out on his Compton hat Told me when I got older I would understand that It's blood in blood out and ain't no
papers Game time is really Jacob watches got them silly faces Add red rubies to the dial they 'gon really hate us I inherited gang bangin from my mother
he hit a three Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I'm one blood, he's the Carter
meak is understandin me Artillery, thoughts of killin me is just a fantasy The man in me is ready for war, like Holyfield/Tyson IV A gang against you
can't fade me Naw baby not this way Yo you ain't playing Ice Cube out like no booger I don't fall for the okey-doke And before I fall for the okey-doke
roles I let it be known Im Da boss [Verse 1:] Yeah sun shinin doin it like this-a-way 5 star doin it like everyday Pick mama up ridin with the paper
A kid got stuck on a sliver of silver Watched in the street by a gang of builders Blood running down into the gutter Next kid's caught climbing out the
fuck up rotation Hpnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser Turn nothin to something now pimpin' that's a savior Best things are green now pimp and get your paper
don't pay at the road block you get your throat shot, and each road block is set up by these gangsters, and different gangsters go by different standards, for
' shit brown, Cuffin' to the team compound lock down, I'm aside my krown throwin' strike for the mound, Keep it tight wound like two blood hounds, I'm
you something that you prolly should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And uh, my real friends never hearin? from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for
affiliated, everytime he hit a three Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot I'm one blood
The Gang, we mash and blast to maintain Weed, money, cocaine got us all insane We The Gang! Verse 3: Daz G's forgetten that A is for Anybody killin in it for
why you let them gang bang folk in Strange Lane hopin? I can maintain coping But ain?t nobody talkin when the insane mane spoken I like fire on my skin, blood