we gangbangin

i don't know

wut u done heard

but were i'm from

u might get served

u might shoot back

u might get cracked

u might do life but

that's just that cause

we gang bangin

it might be

the very last time u see ya family

that's why i pray every time i go to sleep

and every time i take a step up out the door

don't forget to grab the strap off the dressor

nigga supreme u konw it's still a rap rock war

that's mix the cain right

that's wut the smokers fiend for

lord forgive me for i have sin

i still chipped the nigga and walk off with a grin

my kids is thirsty they'll merk ya

they'll hurt ya

they'll dirt ya

they'll work ya

over kill ya

and fill yo ass up with 100 muhfuckin shots

i don't know

wut u done heard

but were i'm from

u might get served

u might shoot back

u might get cracked

u might do life but

that's just that cause

we gang bangin

l.a. is were we bang

niggas know wut it is

disrespect a smith and wesson catch a whole to ya wig

got love from blue rags

ride with my red rags

if u got a problem with that u get yo toe tagged

look i'm down for my turf

steady puttin in work

better watch what u say

ge yo face on a shirt

look i'm strapped when i ride

see the gats in my ride

fully auto loaded if u don't bust back then u die

i react when i'm high

see the red from my eyes

all my goons is thirsty they kill for the piece of the pie

this is not a surprise

nigga this how we live

rivals poppin they lips

then we pop in a clip

i don't know

wut u done heard

but were i'm from

u might get served

u might shoot back

u might get cracked

u might do life but

that's just that cause

we gang bangin

i'm a mad ass eastside bg ridah

and fuck any trick who don't like it

bet they faint when they see the heat i ride with

guaranty ya leave these bitch niggas silenced

so who u side with

we better get along

if u don't get it right

i gotta do u wrong

that's the code of the streets shit they been the same

and i live by the code and we keep the gang

can't pass the class of life unless u cheatin mane

and niggas ain't give me passes when they seen the range

they let the heaters aim ride up on the side of me

that type of shit bring the southern street up out of me

they try to leave yo nigga wetter than pastrami meat

so i pull triggas give these fakes lobotomies

cause i'm a ridah babe

with a lot of change

and enough juice to turn u fuckas into rottamane

we gang bangin