(Verse 1)
Murders to homicides
Daddys and mommys cry
Regals and Caddys ride
Bust at you people with Eagles
Deserts, Rugers, gangsters, movers, hoovers
Nooses and the hustlers got more (?)
(?) and pimping and thugging
Hoing and slanging they banging
Going to prison, parole
But never changing
I mean
Jacking the ballers and shooting dice with the (?)
(?) grooving with (?), gangster moving with Crip
p**y selling with pimps
Cause its a (?)
Blood, he be a b**h or your snitch
Thugging for hire, I mean
You just a student who go to school where they shooting and rolling forties on campus
Then roll with fifties and sixties, I mean
Round them nineties and hundreds to PPG, the MFG the BF and the (?)
In the hundreds lotta gunners in LA
If I tried to name them all I would need another song
I mean
(Verse 2)
Gangster Gangsterville
n***as so hard , think they made of steel
Change your grill, scar your face
Bust at your crib, k** your kinfolk
I mean the good, the bad, the sinful
Yo, welcome to the murder land
Where they murder men
Dance on his grave
Blood spill in the k**ing field
You wanted to know here's the info
I was raised 'round those Harlems, The Sporty's, them J-Stones
Them bullies, them (?), them sick souls
You catch a slug when the wind blows
Yea
The good, the bad the sinful
The good, the bad, the sinful