True Colors/It's On

- True Colors
 This ain't nothing, nigga. All this gang banging shit - It ain't nothing, homie. It ain't nothing. I'd give it up homie. I'm in this shit for a purpose, man. I got a reason, dude, to get up out of this shit, nigga. All that shit ain't nothing, homie. Ask yourself; what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now, what two colors are, did we pick? I'm talking about we as black people. What two colors? Think about it. We picked red and blue. What's left? White. (Damn right, nigga. We killing each other, homie.)
 I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'
 King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin'
 Livin' life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse
 Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
 Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter
 My daddy was from Nutty Blocc, my uncle was from Nutty Blocc
 My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
 Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister
 Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
 Cutlass outside on D's, you think it wasn't
 15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin'
 My parents 'bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
 Halfway through the movie, her stomach start throbbin'
 My pops start panickin', moms in the passenger seat
 Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin
 Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
 "Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom skrt'd out
 80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
 Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
 Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
 Gang bangin' my family got torn in it, all over
 Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
 My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)
 Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
 My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)
 Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
 My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
 Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
 Cousin's loadin' Louis Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
 Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
 Pops used to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like me
 The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
 And when you gang bangin', life's shorter than Joe Pesci"'
 Then one night my pops came home off heroin
 Shit changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him
 Molested my sister that night cause she was scared
 I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't there
 It was late night, 2AM, my mother at work
 My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
 Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
 Turned on the light and everything was red
 I'm surrounded by
 Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
 My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)
 Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
 My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)
 Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seein' things
 Playin' with them birds like Magic, we was the dream team
 Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
 Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green screen
 Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
 Red bandana in my pocket, how you hide those?
 Larry Nickel's crack spot, my brother got me servin'
 Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
 Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas, 40 sippin' on these niggas
 If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you nigga
 But the Crips would never lay down, they thought that it was they town
 We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
 Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip school
 I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
 26 dead homies and 2 dead brothers
 Compton is a cold motherfucker, niggas dyin' over
 Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
 My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)
 Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
 My colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)
 - It's On
 It's on I take the flag out my pocket
 Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
 It's on I take the flag out my pocket
 Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
 It's on I take the flag out my pocket
 Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
 It's on I take the flag out my pocket
 Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
 These rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
 Straight out of Baldwin Village
 If it's any real activity I'm in it, in the midst of the fiction
 Still had a vision, look I never gave up
 Game put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
 I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so I'ma do it for them
 Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., Tiny M
 It's a struggle first, blessin' last
 Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
 Kept it active for my son, he know his daddy ain't a bitch
 Been bangin' all my life, now I'm just tryna get rich
 This shit is drastic, my flow bashin' on rappers I'm flowin' after
 The cabbage is all that matters, I'm laughin', these niggas cowards
 It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
 Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead body
 I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan
 Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and
 It's on I take the flag out my pocket