Lyrics
*Ghosty*
Jump out gang, jump out gang
Tell me who wanna bang?
Who wanna bang? We take them trips down opp boy lane
We see them boys it's "jump out gang!"
Run that clip and let it rain
When we send shots put that on the gang
Put that on the gang (yeah)
What you know about 'earchin, (huh?)
4x4 in the coupe lurkin'
We grip and ride on opps
Hop out, run up and do them dirty
And make him jump up with his hands up
And get down like he's doing burpees
This is war, this ain't sports
Three on one, kick in his head 'til his head's no more
Sneak in the crib like Santa Claus (shh, shh)
Everyone pause, when we come through we sending shots
Them HK's they turning soft
It's District 2760 Murda Squad
Run down opps and old school friends so tell me, who wants war (ching, ching)
Your crew roll deep like what (what?)
My crew roll deep like gladiators
My opps may be related but fuck them they still get bladed
Swing that chinged no hesitation
They talk that talk no Mary Jane we light that joint 'til an opp gets faded ('til an opp gets faded)
Got so much beef on my shoulders (Too much)
Been drilling so much, now I beef with the olders
We don't make time for these SouthWest folders
On the front line at war like a soldier (What's good!)
27 District we're different, fuck with the gang get lifted
Still in the trap where the packs get shifted
If I can't find you Imma find your siblings
Send an opp boy to a victim
Go into war let's see who's with it
I think it's time for eviction
When it's war give me that call I'm there in an instant (Ready him up!)
I'm ready to brawl, ready the swords, let's see who's missing
Jump out gang, jump out gang
Tell me who wanna bang?
Who wanna bang? We take them trips down opp boy lane
We see them boys it's "jump out gang!"
Loud that clip and let it rain
When we send shots put that on the gang
Put that on the gang (yeah)
Jump out gang, jump out gang
Tell me who wanna bang?
Who wanna bang? We take them trips down opp boys lane
We see them boys it's "jump out gang!"
Load that clip and let it rain
When we send shots put that on the gang
Put that on the gang (yeah)
Still get hate, get love from the streets
If it wasn't for the gang then where would I be
Flipping packs tryna make some
Still hitting fences from the police
Blasting Roddy Ricch in that backseat with the heavy, heavy on me
Court case pending still with no leads
My mouth, Jaw locked I don't speak
'cause we got that heavy who want smoke
Twista switch up like Rondo
Hitting them lick outs the Bando
I'm young and I'm twenty like Pop Smoke*
Hitting the wow when we hit them licks
Murder walking through your crib
410 no clip, (boom boom) from the stick
The block knows to mind their biz
I blame myself for where I end up
But this life ain't for no half-ass (no way)
The streets welcomed me to these drugs
27 ain't a cage and we stuck
Pull up on an opp and watch him run
On the opp block catch him for that dub
Written by: Ricky Leon King
