G-yeah! G-yeah! To the fallen soldiers G-yeah! Oh say can you see? By the f**ing police lights While so proudly we sail In the hood we be creeping With the blue and red rags And the expired tags While the domestic fights Wake the kids up who were sleeping And the hollow points did scare Bullet holes, everywhere Game proof, late night At the drive-bys, leave grieving Oh say does that blue and red bandanna Make the gang signs wave? But the hood is where we be And rest in peace to the brave Little something to the fallen heroes All the thug n***as Rest in peace to all the hoods Veteran's day Stand the f** up!