Gang Signs
Yeah, this go out to all my Crip and
Blood niggas, Georgia, Tennessee, North
Carolina, Alabama, MISSISSIPPI, all my Blood
(Cali) niggas in Galveston Texas
Blood and Crip niggas in
Dallas, y'all know the business
Bounty Hunter Bloods, piru Bloods
(HTown) , all my Grape Street Crip niggas
Rolling 90's, Neighborhood Crips
Rolling 60's, rolling
20's, Rolling 30's, 107 Hoover Crip
(South Carolina) , FiveDeuce
Hoover Crips, OKC
Oklahoma City (Richmond Virginia)
All them Crip niggas in Oklahoma City
Blood and Crip niggas
(Tennessee) in Little Rock Arkansas
Y'all know the business
We got paper over here
Pull capers over here
Got them icy out watches with
The diamonds in our ear
We got paper over here
Pull capers over here
Got them icy out watches with
The diamonds in our ear
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
And we still throwing gang signs, gang signs
I live that street life
I did time in the state
I don' wrestled with them Feds
Had to rob for a plate
Had to murder me a few so
I wouldn't take a minus
Break and bury all tools
Putting that behind us
Keep the new choppers close, blanket to Linus
Charlie Brown Benz, Dog
Nothing but the finest
Tennessee kingpin, Project Pata
I know you niggas sell dope
But my pockets fatter
A hundred drum on the Tom, son
Bullets scatter slugs enter in your back
And come out your bladder
Ratta tatta when I'm busting on a rata
I'm screaming "Off with your head"
Like the mad hatter, nigga
You selling drugs in my neighborhood
I wish a nigga would
We got the guns and mask
Then bring it to your hood
I'll snatch you out them butter guts
But I'm not a fool
Fifty rounds, first will shoot you up
Bullets going through
Any car, ripping through the steel
Cutting past leather
Mash down on this trigger like
It was a gas pedal
Blast better, choppers in use, I'ma let loose
Blood leaking out your stomach mixed
With that Grey Goose
Was kind of spooked once them
Slugs whistled past your head
You heard the kiss of death, on life support
You at the Med and we don't bar the police
They can get it with ya
You false flaggers in these streets
We gon' get up with ya
