Gangsta Talk lyrics

[Intro: White Motherf*cker & Crips & Bloods]
Five Bloods, Fi-Five Crips
I wanna find out what's the problem, why you guys can't get along, what's the problem
(Person 1: You know white motherf*cker, get yo' ass outta here punk)
(Person 2: Give us a f*cking job that's what you should do)
(Person 1: Get yo' motherf*ckin' ass outta here)
(Person 3: Motherf*cker y'all the reason we killin' each-other anyway)
Come on guys we're trying get along here
(Person: 4 Get this Cracka sh*t up outta here)
*Bloods & Crips Yelling at White Motherf*cker*
(Person 5: Wait a minute man, what the f*ck is wrong with y'all man, goddamn)
(Person 5: I got a f*ckin' solution 'cause I'm tired of you little brothers, bangin', shootin' each-other up, lil' homies gettin' killed)
(Person 6: I'm tired too)
(Person 7: I know the solution Get a pistol and regulate 'em, that's my solution)
(Person 5: Hey man, Hey man this is the f*ckin' solution, we got a f*ckin' record if you got a problem with him, he got a problem with you, take out his mother f*ckin' ass)
(Person 8: You gon' pay me motherf*cker)
(Person 5: You goddamn right I'm gon pay you, that's why I'm here)