I'M STRAIGHT FROM CALI, FULL OF BLOODS AND CRIPS..
PULL THE TRIGGA ON A NIGGA, NOW WATCH AS MY FAVOURITE COLOR DRIPS..
NIGGAS GOT BULLETS IN THEY BODY, WHILE I GOT BULLETS ON MY CLIP..
ANOTHA NIGGA IS SLAIN, CUZ HOMEBOY WAS A CRIP..
BODY ON THE ASPHALT, MY GUN STARTED A D.N.A. FLOOD.
CALL MY BULLETS VAMPIRES, AS THEY BE THIRSTY FO BLOOD.
WEAR THA WRONG COLOR, THEN YA SURELY GON DIE..
ADD UP THE DEAD CRAB TO MY STATS, ANOTHA MAMA WILL CRY..
IF YA REALLY FROM THA STREET, YA LET YA GUNS TALK..
YA DESERVE TO DIE, IF YA A BLOOD THAT DOES THE CRIP WALK..
BLUE IS THROUGH, HAVEN'T YALL HEARD THAT BEFORE..
I SQUEEZE THE TRIGGA ON MY GLOCK JUST TO SETTLE THA SCORE..
I'LL WATCH A CRAB BLEED JUST FO ME TO BE SATISFY.
MOVE AN INCH THEN I'LL PUT COUPLE OF HOLES IN BETWEEN YA EYES..