Gang Bang Anyway (feat. Jay Rock & ScHoolboy Q)

Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for the murder
 My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
 Tell his family get them black clothes
 Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold
 I'm that player on the corner looking dry when it rains
 Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to change
 Far from average, I'm smoking this cabbage
 Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
 Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams
 You only gangsta through your bop screen
 Might set the reason for the crime scene
 Fill up the city with madness
 We the reason the hearses left your hood and holding up traffic
 Let the riddles do the scrapping, keep the gun in my fabric
 Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
 Heard drive-bys everyday
 Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
 Uh, yeah, Figg side
 Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
 Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
 Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
 Though we still gang bang anyway
 B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos
 Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window
 The chopper make you limbo
 Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central
 Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis
 Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's
 Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal
 'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield
 East side, west side, niggas getting chastised
 Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die
 We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown
 A 15 second clip until he put the gun down
 Know OG's who took more shots like diabetics
 Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics
 Chucking up big ass B's is my fetish
 Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it
 Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics
 Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
 Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
 Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
 Though we still gang bang anyway
 Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga
 Let the K scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga
 From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga
 From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga
 (Watch out for the shooters)
 Same age as the kids in Iraq now
 LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now
 Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background
 Grandmother get shot walking out the church
 How that sound?
 Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it
 City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it
 Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black
 Started off unified the FBI know that
 A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack
 False imprisonment, Huey P, Geronimo Pratt
 Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back
 Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak
 And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback
 Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack
 Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains
 Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs
 Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood)
 Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug
 And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood
 Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was
 We know the history and we know the shit could end any day
 Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
 Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
 Crips, primarily African American gang
 Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
 Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969
 By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams
 Though we still gang bang anyway
 Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide
 Associated with the blue bandana
 Bloods, also primarily African American
 Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton
 By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens
 A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips
 Today there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide
 The government still can't contain us
 And our fate was sealed forever
 When 17 year old LA brim Frederick "Lil Country" Garrett
 Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972
 Hey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz?
 If it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river
 Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow
 Alright cuz
 What's happening Fred?
 Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no
 Please, oh my God
 Somebody help me
 Y'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police
 Somebody help me, please
 Ok stay with me