Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I holler fifties, I'ma die for this shit
Twenty-five to life, gotta ride for the clique
Fruits to the harvest, can't deny me for shit
Twenty set of Js, we get live in this bitch
****, tell 'em what it is, my daddy raised me
The big homie Shark used to soccer chase me
My homie DL used to motivate me
I'm just repping my section while these **** hate me
This hoe's over money, how these **** act now
This AOB for life, I never back down
Everybody tough, everybody rap now
My name ring bells, you ain't gotta ask around
But back to the set, we gon' fuck 'em in the hood
Love a hood bitch that never act Hollywood
Tell 'em to their motherfuckin' face, you a mark
Wanna bang the set, come fade at the park
[Verse 2]
'Cause, ****, I'm a gang banger
Give a fuck about rapping
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get active
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get bragging
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get cracking
I'm a gang banger
Give a fuck about rapping
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get active
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get bragging
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get cracking
[Verse 3]
See I put 2's up, you fuck Jabba, you gon' fuck me
You fuck Mills, you gon' fuck bleed
This the same gang, we holler fuck yeez and fuck lames
Baby mom from the devil lane
I tell 'em, whoa, whoa, black belly with the no roof
A big dog, I'm a blood Snoop
****, no smut, my young **** holler, so what?
And if it's on we can knuckle up
Or we could shoot it out, real Crips got love for me
Hoe ****, no love for 'em
You can't beat me, I'm authentic and I'm too real
In the county, I was too trill
It was me and Baby Stretch, beaucoup and LS
Lil' Maniac, we was hopping out the GS
Passing off the ten, got money for sure
If you ain't real then you don't know
[Verse 4]
'Cause, ****, I'm a gang banger
Give a fuck about rapping
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get active
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get bragging
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get cracking
I'm a gang banger
Give a fuck about rapping
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get active
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get bragging
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get cracking
[Verse 5]
Wait, ****, where you from?
Huh, fuck 'em, never heard of 'em
Fucking dump then swerve on 'em
Piss on the pistol, make sure you put them chimes on 'em
Rider, gun provider, fuck your hood and your baby mama
You don't want problems on my mama
Pay for your death, I'm a **** with dollars
Yes, West Side, TTP, 400 Spruce Street
My **** chief like Keef
Got the strap in the Jeep, under the seat, on ring
Like under the cleats, chucking the P on you bitch-ass ****
You know Marcus in your hood, yeah that snitch-ass ****
Shoulda been born with a pussy, you a bitch-ass ****
Ask about me in the hood, they'll tell you I'm a G
I'm a real one, ****, I don't trip
[Verse 6]
'Cause, ****, I'm a gang banger
Give a fuck about rapping
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get active
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get bragging
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get cracking
I'm a gang banger
Give a fuck about rapping
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get active
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get bragging
If it's on then it's on, bet a **** get cracking
Written by: Leslie Andre Wakefield
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