(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