[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
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 [x8]
[Coby Supreme:]
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,
n***a 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 n***a 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 k** ya,
And fill yo a** up with 100 muhf**in shots,
[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
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 [x8]
[Jay Rock:]
L.A. is were we bang,
n***as 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 k** for the piece of the pie,
This is not a surprise,
n***a this how we live,
Rivals poppin they lips,
Then we pop in a clip
[Hook: Nipsey Hussle]
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 [x8]
[G. Malone:]
I'm a mad a** eastside BG ridah,
And f** any trick who don't like it,
Bet they faint when they see the heat I ride with,
Guaranty ya leave these b**h n***as 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 sh** they been the same,
And I live by the code and we keep the gang,
Can't pa** the cla** of life unless u cheatin mane,
And n***as ain't give me pa**es when they seen the range,
They let the heaters aim ride up on the side of me,
That type of sh** bring the southern street up out of me,
They try to leave yo n***a 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 f**as into rottamane
[Nipsey Hussle:]
We gang bangin [until end]