[Intro: Ro$ama]
'Cause the Boyz n the Hood is always hard
Come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be a Crip
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't sayin' shit
[Verse 1: Ro$ama]
Two of America's most wanted, country boy, south slogan
Down to set it off like Cleo, Frank, and Stony
Dodgin' the one-time, tatted with gang markings
Out on bail, they tryna throw me a gangster party
Yo, Hoova, name a nigga smoother, G
That's 'posed to be nicer, watch out for the sniper
Still hangin' with them niggas, throwin' C's
Nigga, please don't step to these real G's
[Chorus: Ro$ama]
Gangin', gangin', gangin'
Gangin', gangin', gangin'
Gangin', gangin'
Two of America's most wanted
Gangin', gangin', gangin'
Gangin', gangin', gangin'
Gangin', gangin'
Two of America's most wanted
[Verse 2: Yung Hood]
Certified, screamin' fuck the other side, they gotta die
Homicide, the only thing on my mind until somebody drop
They tellin' lies, no, they ain't gon' slide, they know who to try
No switchin' side, flag on my left side, Crip until I die
Fuck the law, I don't fuck with 12, I fry all my swine
Drank sipper, real bottle baby, I won't sell a line
I run the robot, Optimus Prime
Twenty-one for the candy, I'm back in my prime
Ain't boxin' no nigga, ain't no backin' down
Either baggin' a bitch or I'm baggin' pounds
Barry, I got them things from Manilow
Stackin' them jacks and that boy some cripple
Learned to trappin' bars, they say that I'm lyrical
Goin' hard for the yun, ever dollar is critical
Mortal Kombat with that stick, I'll finish you
Scorpion dimes, my bitches get over you
Let's have a party, ain't nothin' but gangsters here
America most wanted, know that boy dangerous
[Chorus: Ro$ama]
Gangin', gangin', gangin'
Gangin', gangin', gangin'
Gangin', gangin'
Two of Amer-mer-mer-mer
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