Gang Bang

[Intro: Cap 1] Chyeah Bring me my ma’fuckin’ hat Set trippin’ on you niggas ‘Bout to get it gangbangin’ on you ma’fuckas Chyeah Cut through this ma’fucka with the top back Throwin’ signs all out the window at you niggas Chyeah You know what it is, nigga Aye, look… [Chorus: Cap-1] I’m from the city where they gang bang Gang bang, gang bang, gang bang Tattoos on my body – represent my gang Bunch of niggas with me – reppin’ the same thing [Verse 1: Cap 1] What you reppin’ homie? What you reppin’ cous’? What you reppin’ gangster? What you reppin’ blood? Throw your sets high – rep for that logo Got my hat cocked – pistol in the chokehold Bunch of niggas with me – they all felons Extended clips – AK47s Gangster Disciples – Black Stones Vice Lords – we back on My city love me, can’t forget them Latin Kings First plug was a Mexican I met, he threw me half a thing Blow me with them midis I wanna make a play like a nigga getting’ busy Breakin’ down work over East with the four Gangbangin’ nigga whoop a nigga out his clothes [Chorus: Cap-1] I’m from the city where they gang bang Gang bang, gang bang, gang bang Tattoos on my body – represent my gang Bunch of niggas with me – reppin’ the same thing [Verse 2: Jeezy] I’m a hood nigga, and y’all know that Familiar bricks be foam-wrapped Whole thing I grind it up Rolex I don’t wind it up Some niggas hood bleed blue Some niggas hood bleed red Just seen a dead man walkin’ Homies call him Lil’ ½ Dead Caddy off and it’s damn fast Mama smokin’, she a crack head I only know how to activate Nigga, grab the semi, nigga crack heads Hundred deep they on the block Trigger play, that’s off the top Every young nigga posted up And live a thug life just like Pac That paper chase, when will it stop? Hustler just like his pops Nigga sixteen with a eighteen Nigga, sixteen off in the Glock Ridin’ on his enemies All these dreams, buyin’ quarter keys Two blocks, that’s 66th Ask him where he from, he gon’ represent [Chorus: Cap-1] I’m from the city where they gang bang Gang bang, gang bang, gang bang Tattoos on my body – represent my gang Bunch of niggas with me – reppin’ the same thing [Verse 3: The Game] I’m 500 with this bandana My bars crack, no antennae I rock jewels, no Santana Give you sixteens, Joe Montana I put niggas on World Star Then go platinum the next day Put hollow tips in your girl’s car Then be at the funeral like “let’s pray” Got a hundred racks in my back pack Put half of that on your snapback Nigga livin’ life on that fast track ‘Til he slowed down by that black mack I’m a real blood – Come to Compton, see real thugs Since Mary J did “Real Love” I’ve been poppin’ niggas like pills, blood 12-years-old, walkin’ to sixth grade Red Bulls jersey and a switchblade Cedar block and let them heaters pop It ain’t a nigga from my hood that’s bitch-made I got a red rag in my Trues Red dots on my tools Redbone in my Coupe Red ‘Rari, no roof Up the ratchet like Soo Then pull the trigger, like “whoop” Milk carton catch the shells Now we merkin’ niggas, no proof I’m authentic, fuck a throwback Niggas throw one I throw four back It’s Blood Gang, let’s go, Cap Yeah [Chorus: Cap-1] I’m from the city where they gang bang Gang bang, gang bang, gang bang Tattoos on my body – represent my gang Bunch of niggas with me – reppin’ the same thing [Outro: Cap 1] Gangbang, gangbang, gangbang, gangbang Tattoos on my body – represent my gang Bunch of niggas with me – reppin’ the same thing