| What that Blood life be like?
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| What that Crip life be like?
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| What’s that Vice Lord life like?
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| What’s the G.D. life like?
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| Put in work — this initiation!
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| Put in work — this initiation!
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| Put in work — this initiation!
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| Put in work — this initiation!
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| It’s a sunny day in SouthSide, my man got tossed
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| Got his brains blew out on the handball court.
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| Word is T! |
| — Said suttin' to Craig’s baby-momma (what?)
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| Craig got upset, and shot him with the Llama. |
| (BLAAT!)
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| Craig in the cut. |
| — Blood niggaz put him up!
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| Plane in PA — land casual with' a slut.
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| And he still walk around with the semi that killed T
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| He let his big bro push and re-up in Philly.
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| What little do we know 'bout his Philly connect,
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| That nigga T had fear bleed, he’ll filll he correct.
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| Craig re’d-up once. |
| — Craig re’d-up twice!
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| Sour Diesel, two pounds, everything look nice.
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| But the third time, suttin' fishy. |
| — The nigga Izzy.
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| And two goonies, the roof loony!
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| The Mack extended, Craig ran off like the Jamaicans in the Olympics
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| Jumped out the window when he got into British.
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| What that Blood life be like?
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| What that Crip life be like?
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| What’s that Vice Lord life like?
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| What’s the G.D. life like?
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| Put in work — this initiation! |
| (huuh?)
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| Put in work — this initiation! |
| (huuuuu?)
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| Put in work — this initiation! |
| (Max whattup?)
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| Put in work — this initiation! |
| (Yayo!)
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| Blood Life! |
| Crip Life! |
| G. D! |
| Vice Lord!
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| Rodgers! |
| — Tookie! |
| — Hoover! |
| — Larry yo!
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| Them El Salvador, MS-13
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| Niggaz bangin' - only 13!
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| Vice Lords love me like Jeff Gorde, if a nigga ask for it
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| Hit him from the back — put his brains on the dashboard.
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| They say OG Mack, brung the Bloods to the East around 9−3
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| In C-7−3! |
| (7−3!)
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| Crips and G. D rep the 6! |
| (rep the 6!)
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| Bloods and Vice Lords rep the 5! |
| (rep the 5!)
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| OG Puddin'! |
| (what?) — Corey bangin',
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| Them 46 Clover Boy niggaz do they thang.
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| Get shot for your flag on the wrong pocket, (pocket!)
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| You wanna know when them Coke Wave niggaz droppin'.
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| For my nigga Yay', «Shoot A Nigga Face Off»
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| In broadday — and tell 'em it’s «Coke Wave»!
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| What that Blood life be like? |
| (Would be like…)
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| What that Crip life be like?
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| What’s that Vice Lord life like? |
| (Yayo!)
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| What’s the G.D. life like? |
| (French!)
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| Put in work — this initiation! |
| (yeah!)
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| Put in work — this initiation! |
| (Boss don’t be fat!)
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| Put in work — this initiation!
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| Put in work — this initiation! |
| (g'eah!)
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| I don’t know — what it is to be Blood or Crip,
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| But I twerk. |
| (twerk!) — Nigga it’s the Silver Surf.
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| Got my lil' Gain Greene soldiers on deck, they waitin' to take jewels
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| They waitin' on the plate of food, wait to make a move
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| When I say so — Prego fallin' from the sky,
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| Laying all the baller guys, all of I. (I!)
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| Naw nigga! |
| (no!) — you can’t have none of the boss, Bigga
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| Leave a nigga corpse to quiver!
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| Frost and shivers. |
| (shiver, yeah!)
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| Let’s get that nigga in the Benzy gleamin' - the boy P.O. |
| deliver.
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| Pieces all fresh out the factory — courtesy of streets, I’m blessed (blessed!)
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| My momma couldn’t said it the best.
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| Started 1090's out in Trenton — and I ain’t even Blood, I’m a dentist
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| Possibly facing a life sentence. |
| (serious!)
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| I bet ship set out!
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| Streets is saying I got a so-called hit out. |
| — Get out! |
| (boo!)
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| What that Blood life be like?
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| What that Crip life be like?
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| What’s that Vice Lord life like?
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| What’s the G.D. life like?
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| Put in work — this initiation!
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| Put in work — this initiation!
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| Put in work — this initiation!
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| Put in work — this initiation!
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| MTV.COM!
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| «S.O.D.»! |