on the block shootin' dice with my homies from the set
smokin' on a wet cigarette o.g. crazy-c the ghetto vet
rollin' a 6 stayin' True'd Up, Blue'd up C'd up and G'd up
see some punks from the other side rollin' thru in a red b.m.w.
mad doggin' me but i'm a loced out g. so i cock the hammer, pull the trigger
my homies starts to run up on 'em and blast at the driver
tryin' to roll thru my hood like a rider but they met 3 crazy ass east-siders
me, wicked and my lil homie spider
the car crashed into a telephone pole cuz wicked shot 'em in the head
one motherfucker dead
but then lil spider said there was 2 more fools in the car tryin' to escapso I walked up to thier car, looked 'em in thier eyes and shot 'em in the face
opened the doors up, and took thier wallets at a quick pace
then we got the fuck out of the place dashin' into an alleyway
runnin' fast as we dash
thinkin' about the bullet shells, dead bodies and broken glass
opened up thier wallets and we got about Five Hundred dollars in Cash
split that shit 3 ways and we were smokin' chronic for days
my homie hooked me up with that hydro-ponic chronic crop
so i could just chill and stay away from that spot on the block
where I had to smoke those mad doggin bustas with the glock
i'm a west coast motherfucker, see to me, this is real hip hop
just lettin' you know that gang violence will never stop
it's all about Respect when you're in my Neighborhood
throwin' up those gang signs like a Real G. should
but if You Disrespect then I'm going to Kill you Like a Real G. would
we got the money, the guns, the Cocaine and the Power
Fools still Rockin' Jerry Curls, Blue Dickies and White T's like Real G's
Crip Walkin' and Shit Talkin' - drinkin' 40's and smokin' Trees
crossin' out the b's and Tagging up the K all day
Nothin' but Locs with Blue Rags in the Hood where I stay
Gangbangin' ain't changing and we're still slanging cocaine
we got criminal backgrounds, tattoos, and a Lives full of Death and pain
it's hard out here for a G. in these ghetto streets trying to stay sane
so we throw up the set that we claim and Maintain
trying to Remaine the same while we Hustle in this vicious Game
smokin' on a wet cigarette o.g. crazy-c the ghetto vet
rollin' a 6 stayin' True'd Up, Blue'd up C'd up and G'd up
see some punks from the other side rollin' thru in a red b.m.w.
mad doggin' me but i'm a loced out g. so i cock the hammer, pull the trigger
my homies starts to run up on 'em and blast at the driver
tryin' to roll thru my hood like a rider but they met 3 crazy ass east-siders
me, wicked and my lil homie spider
the car crashed into a telephone pole cuz wicked shot 'em in the head
one motherfucker dead
but then lil spider said there was 2 more fools in the car tryin' to escapso I walked up to thier car, looked 'em in thier eyes and shot 'em in the face
opened the doors up, and took thier wallets at a quick pace
then we got the fuck out of the place dashin' into an alleyway
runnin' fast as we dash
thinkin' about the bullet shells, dead bodies and broken glass
opened up thier wallets and we got about Five Hundred dollars in Cash
split that shit 3 ways and we were smokin' chronic for days
my homie hooked me up with that hydro-ponic chronic crop
so i could just chill and stay away from that spot on the block
where I had to smoke those mad doggin bustas with the glock
i'm a west coast motherfucker, see to me, this is real hip hop
just lettin' you know that gang violence will never stop
it's all about Respect when you're in my Neighborhood
throwin' up those gang signs like a Real G. should
but if You Disrespect then I'm going to Kill you Like a Real G. would
we got the money, the guns, the Cocaine and the Power
Fools still Rockin' Jerry Curls, Blue Dickies and White T's like Real G's
Crip Walkin' and Shit Talkin' - drinkin' 40's and smokin' Trees
crossin' out the b's and Tagging up the K all day
Nothin' but Locs with Blue Rags in the Hood where I stay
Gangbangin' ain't changing and we're still slanging cocaine
we got criminal backgrounds, tattoos, and a Lives full of Death and pain
it's hard out here for a G. in these ghetto streets trying to stay sane
so we throw up the set that we claim and Maintain
trying to Remaine the same while we Hustle in this vicious Game