Gang Related lyrics

by

Busta Rhymes


[Intro: The Game]
Sometimes I pull up on Brazil and Wilmington
Like 3 o'clock in the morning, stop my car, let the top down
Don't nobody know I'm there, just reminiscing 'bout the days when we used to be in Larry Nickel's crack spot, with my brother Fase
King Frog, Squid, Big Dan, D-Bo, B-Los
Back when Lil' Frogg and Badass they was lil n*ggas
Lil wild n*ggas running round the hood
My n*gga Slim 'Ru is in the joint doing ten
That's my solid n*gga, on Bloods, my n*gga Peanut, he in jail now
My lil' cousin Damo and my homeboy Buddha-Ru, this Cedar block

[Verse: The Game]
I remember days like this, my n*gga
We was tripping 'cause we hated Crips, my n*gga
Shooting out of six trays and sh*t, my n*gga
He was slipping so we sprayed his six, my n*gga
I done seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
A kid shot cause he raised his fist, my n*gga
Fiends stealing 'cause they can't get a fix, my n*gga
Sharing needles, passing AIDS and sh*t, my n*gga
It's f*cked up but I was raised in this, my n*gga
Been smoking purple haze since six, my n*gga
And my moms wasn't no lazy b*tch, my n*gga
I seen her hustle that's what made me rich, my n*gga
But all this sh*t is overrated that's why I don't give a f*ck no more
I don't want this Benz or this truck no more
I started off doing this sh*t 'cause I love this sh*t, Blood
Seeing the homie slap box, I love this sh*t, Blood
Sitting in my Impala like I love this sh*t, Blood
Weren't never 'bout a dollar, I just love this sh*t, Blood
Scrapping after school, Compton High wasn't bool
Could have went to Centennial but I love this sh*t, Blood
Used to bang Quik, yeah I love this sh*t, Blood
Mausberg was sick and I love this sh*t, Blood
Then I gave Wacko my demo outside of Food 4 Less
He came back in ten minutes like "I love this sh*t, Blood"
West side Piru, I love this sh*t Blood
Elm street to the Fruits yeah I love this sh*t, Blood
Crip neighborhoods too, even though they blue
Compton is where we grew and I love this sh*t, Blood
[Bridge 1: The Game]
I seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
I done seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
I done seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
I done seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
I done seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
I done took some fades with Crips, my n*ggas
My own homies did some shady sh*t, my n*ggas
But that's the sh*t that made me this, my n*gga

[Chorus: Asia Bryant]
All my life's been so complicated
But I will never turn my back on Compton, no
Our sh*t is so overrated
But I will never change who I am
So I'm riding for Compton
I ride, I ride, I ride, I ride for Compton

[Bridge 2: The Game]
I done seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
I done seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
I done seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
I done seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
I done seen some brazy sh*t, my n*gga
I done took some fades with Crips, my n*ggas
My own homies did some shady sh*t, my n*gga
Got a voicemail from Braze, what's this my n*gga?
[Outro Voicemail]
Blood! Chuck, you know what it is, Blood!
You know I only call you when its on some real sh*t, homie
I gotta tell you, stay the f*ck up out them streets, Blood
You done came to motherf*cking far to be playing with these b*tch-ass n*ggas out here, on Westside Bompton Piru
n*gga you know I been holding you down ever since you was young, Blood
You know, n*ggas out here getting killed
All the motherf*cking homeboys, ain't nobody doing sh*t!
But n*gga, you got a way up outta this motherf*cker, Blood
n*gga, you a real Bompton motherf*cker
n*gga Cedar block, you already know how I do it, n*gga
Motherf*cking O.G. Westside Bompton Piru Brazy
Aka Frank Pace, n*ggas know me, y'all know how I get down
That's my lil' motherf*cking homeboy
Blood done made it up outta here
Looking out for his kids, looking out for his family
Any n*gga get in his way gon get it, on Bompton!
Chuck, Blood, don't let them do you like they did my n*gga 2Pac
2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac...
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