Twisted Insane - Activate lyrics

I woke up on the morning, with my breathe still stankin, on the corner with a bunch of n***a that's gang bangin The homie came up to me sayin, "listen to this" I said, "who made the beat, blood, it sound like sh**" Hit the parking lot, where the dice game's brackin, sold my heat just to let em know that I was strapped and... Ready fo' whatevah so don't try no dumb sh** Yes, I'd like to scrap or we can get into gun sh** [Broke up on the hip?] and got back in the [cutla**?] Caught a n***a slippin, so I said "f** it" That's the same n***a that kissed the [one b**h, Imma beat?] if that n***a wanna kiss the gun clip Step to the n***a with the 2-2-3 Blinded that busta with the [bright juice drink?] n***a, you know who I am, you know what this is about, but I'd rather put the strap down than knock blood out [yeah!] I spit fo' the Bloods and the Crips of the West The n***as that roll with the bullet-proof vests Cause it's wicked in the city that I come from n***a, and it's banged the f** out with the Uzi trigger [Gun shots]