Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for tHe murder My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on tHe curb Tell His family get tHem black clotHes Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do tHis witH a blindfold I'm tHat player on tHe corner looking dry wHen it rains Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to cHange Far from average, I'm smoking tHis cabbage Bottled teetH, joint karats, say cHeese, make tHe cops freeze Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams You only gangsta tHrough your bop screen MigHt set the reason for tHe crime scene Fill up tHe city with madness We tHe reason tHe Hearses left your Hood and Holding up traffic Let tHe riddles do tHe scrapping, keep tHe gun in my fabric Better pistol tHan tHem badges, you get dealt witH tHe maggots Heard drive-bys everyday Seen Homies die early age, tHougH we still gang bang anyway UH, yeah, Figg side THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window The chopper make you limbo Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal 'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield East side, west side, niggas getting chastised Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown A 15 second clip until he put the gun down Know OG's who took more shots like diabetics Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics Chucking up big ass B's is my fetish Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga (Watch out for the shooters) Same age as the kids in Iraq now LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background Grandmother get shot walking out the church How that sound? Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black Started off unified the FBI know that A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack False imprisonment, he repeat Geronimo Pratt Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood) Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was We know the history and we know the shit could end any day THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH Crips, primarily African American gang THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969 By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams THougH we still gang bang anyway Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide Associated with the blue bandana Bloods, also primarily African American Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips Today there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide The government still can't contain us And our fate was sealed forever When 17 year old LA brim Frederick "Lil Country" Garrett Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972 Crip 1: Hey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz? Crip 2: If it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river Crip 1: Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow Crip 2: Alright cuz Crip 1: What's happening Fred? Shotgun pump and gunshot Woman: Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no Gasping for air Woman: Please, oh my God Somebody help me Y'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police Somebody help

This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from Drop your pants to your knees Yeah, I got the codeine Might pull up in my bucket This nine holds a good dozen Might slide up in your cousin Just made a mill and still thuggin' Niggas banged on me, but they should've shot me See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him Court date, but I skipped the bail Rather wig myself before I sit in jail Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean Got a hat say Figg on my gangsta tip Don't trust no ho, I might sock the bitch I'm apocalypse to your politics Might cop the Phantom, get ghost I can pay your bills with this coke Need an extra band for this smoke I can see for miles with this scope, nigga Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer Misses Piggy want a piggyback Rock cremation then called it crack I'mma keep on eating 'til my ankles fat Sell that fix, throw it cross the map Push my penis in between her lap Put my semen all down her throat 'Til Tito kilos come off that boat This the shit that they want This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the shit they gon' buy This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the shit that they want This the shit that they need, this the shit that's from me This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow Speeding through the yellow lights She want Versace belt like it's a mistletoe I put everything over yellow rice, graduated from hella ice If I stand on my bank roll, nigga, I'd be scared of heights And I'd be dodging the police, when I was poor with no lights When I was poor with potential, watch my flow in four inches Oh Lord, she in Christians, all gold on my Adventist Pull it down and she kiss it, all gold where my wrists is God there's just no convincing Just because I got dreads don't get it twisted Moving my whip down the boulevard Word round town I was selling hard Hard and I'm talking bout the yayo Hit her on the floor and then I lay low Amigos say "Que pasa with the pesos?" Promethazine codeine, caseloads (T.R.U.) And when I pull up to the valet You know I got the strippers on payroll! This the shit that they want This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the shit they gon' buy This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the shit that they want This the shit that they need, this the shit that's from me This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want 100k in my trunk, keep that bitch with that dunk She gon' pop in them heels, she must heard of my deal She gon' roll on them pills, just don't grab on my hat This that shit that's Iraq, this that make you climax This that shit you just bought, this that Q go damn hard This that car that won't park, pedal to the floor, it won't stop And just when you thought it won't drop, Oxymoron in stores Come in kids, lock the door, knock-knock-knock, hit the floor Need my bread off the top, could buy anything off the lot This that steel, not the grill, get them slugs off for real This that crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L's She love my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killed All them hoes want the Q, spit that truth, make the loot Expensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socks This that make you cockblock, this that make me pop shot This that filthy convo, this that must be Figueroa This the shit that they want This the shit that they need Tell me where are you from? Drop your pants to your knees, girl, I'm capital G This the shit they gon' buy This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want Tell 'em, tell 'em If you see my watch I might hit it If you see my check I might hit it If you see my house I might hit it This the shit that they want This the shit that they need, this the shit that's from me This the shit they gon' bump This the shit that they want, this the shit that they want

Yeah, hoe (Yeah) Yeah (Uh) Yeah, hoe (Yeah) Yeah (Uh) Yeah (Oh) Yeah, hoe Yeah (Yeah) Yeah, hoe (Uh) Look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me, look at me now Fuck is you kiddin' me? All of my jewelry cost about a hundred thou' Fuck all my enemies, never had sympathy Fergie finna lay 'em down Sippin' on Hennessy, hoppin' out Bentley Fuckin' your bitch in the mouth Who am I? (Trap Lord), ayy Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now Ayy (Trap Lord), yeah Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now Fell in love with a stripper And that is what happened today, ayy Found that bitch on the Insta' And that is the fuck what I say, ayy Told that girl like I finna fly my ass out to LA Girl actin' like she Alpo, put that cake all in my face Flacko cop new 'Rari Told his ass I wanna race VLONE thuggin' with Bari All of my niggas got taste We gon' mosh in the party Get the fuck outta my way Thirty got kick like karate Don't wanna meet the AK (Ayy) Look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me, look at me now Fuck is you kiddin' me? All of my jewelry cost about a hundred thou' Fuck all my enemies, never had sympathy Fergie finna lay'em down Sippin' on Hennessy, hoppin' out Bentley Fuckin' your bitch in the mouth Who am I? (Trap Lord), ayy Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now Ayy (Trap Lord), yeah Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now Send a couple niggas to your bando (Bando) Send them hot rocks through your sandals, ayy They say I remind them of Rondo (Rondo) Light his ass up like a candle, ayy Fuckin' on her like I'm Alejandro My Dominican bitch is like J.Lo, 'kay Know a couple nigga with the platanos Them banana clips will fuck up your day Pull up to your crib like Domino's Creepin' on a nigga like Cirque De Soleil Man, I need my money pronto I told you time and time ago, I cannot wait This shit feel like I'm in the Congo Run through the jungle like every day Man, I came up on a bando So take that motherfuckin' look off your face Look at me, look at me, look at me Look at me, look at me, look at me now Fuck is you kiddin' me? All of my jewelry cost about a hundred thou' Fuck all my enemies, never had sympathy Fergie finna lay'em down Sippin' on Hennessy, hoppin' out Bentley Fuckin' your bitch in the mouth Who am I? (Trap Lord), ayy Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now Ayy (Trap Lord), yeah Look at me, look at me now (Trap Lord) Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me now