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Some of the Crips and the Bloods, two of LA County's most vicious gangs LA police are getting Their orders as they prepare for another assault on Street gangs but that was before the Los Angeles Police Department declared war on street gangs in The city and before a shooting Wednesday night It's Just love. What, who do you love? Remember, let just ask you a question. Just ask you a question. Just ask you a Question. What is that? O. G.'s, B. G.'s? Oftentimes a nigga had to trip on Bloods and Crips. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Gary nigga, blowin' dope, switched to dope, West Coast. Used to meet my dope plug on 65th and Figueroa. Nigga was an old school IBC. Fred, come flip these pounds with me. Livin' that California dream. Deliverin' dope in that limousine. And a nigga was like my pops out here. Put me on when I dropped out here. Back home, I know you vice lord, but them Red cars'll get you popped out here. Had the all burgundy Monte Carlo SS with the T-tops out here. Lot of fuck boys stay hatin' That, but these LA hoes on my jock out Here. Got a Blood bitch fresh out of Inglewood Smoke real good with my doobie in Jamaican wood. I'm off Crenshaw, but don't trip though, 'cause here 6-0. And I can still move for St. Andrew, but they tre's like it ain't shit though. I know some hoover niggas, I mean groovin' niggas That have been down, but ain't kicked though. I ain't fuck around since I touched down on That West Coast with this shit. Know a lot of out of towners claim sets, I done seen death over this shit. One might live today and get ate tomorrow like Leftovers and shit, bitch. Oftentimes a nigga had to trip on Bloods and Crips. Color of my dollars stay proper, That's what I claim, bitch. Mobbin' in my old school Impala, candy-dipped the Frame shit. Niggas on that, "Yo, where you from?" "Ayo, what you bang?" Shit. Oftentimes a nigga had to trip on Bloods and Crips. Color of my dollars stay proper, that's what I claim, bitch. Mobbin' in my old school Impala, Candy-dipped the frame shit. Thugs, gangbangers and drug slingers I hang with. Oftentimes a nigga took a trip with Bloods and You must don't know no better, boy, This shit is so aggressive. Gangbangers pop out, that's how we send a message. Get up close and then you stretch from doin' All that flexin'. One down, now we lookin' for The next one. Boy, I'm ballin' and bangin', from Monte Carlos to Rangers. And your set bang a bitch with a car Full of gangstas. It's active out here, It ain't just the summer. This shit be crackin' all year, boy. And it be Blood on Blood, Crip on Crip. Fuckin' with a nigga that's cut'll get you chipped. Them politics real from the streets to the pen. Sex, money, violence, that's what make my world Spin. If I gotta trip on anybody for any Problems. We gon' get anybody and keep gettin' Dollars. So tell me, do you bang, nigga? What set you claim, nigga? It's all the same once that nine go bang, Color of my dollars stay proper, that's what I Claim, bitch. Mobbin' in my old school Impala, Candy-dipped the frame shit. Niggas on that, "Yo, where you from?" "Ayo, what you bang?" Shit. Oftentimes a nigga had to trip on Bloods and Crips. Color of my dollars stay proper, that's what I claim, bitch. Mobbin' in my old school Impala, Candy-dipped the frame shit. Thugs, gangbangers and drug slingers I hang with. Oftentimes a nigga took a trip with Bloods and Crips. Four finger bangin', these niggas know I'm a Gangsta, ma. Them cap guns prepare me for funk And I'd like to thank you, ma. Your baby boy a fella, these niggas been tryin' To spank me, ma. Gotta catch a body, That's how you climb up the rankings, ma. Red rag, flame game, headshot'll paint the pavement. Gang-related state of mind, I refuse to make a Statement. You ain't hangin', you ain't bangin', Killers in my affidavit. Tattoos on all they faces, resume consist of gang Shit. They cut him from a different blanket, Different quilt, different cloth. On the B, I got some key ways I Could call to pick you off. Free my brother from the clanker, keep your nigga Lit, it's law. We got different point of views 'cause all the gangsta shit I saw Color of My dollars stay proper, that's what I claim, Bitch. Mobbin' in my old school Impala, Candy-dipped the frame shit. Niggas on that, "Yo, where you from?" "Ayo, what you bang?" Shit. Oftentimes a nigga had to trip on Bloods And Crips. Color of my dollars stay proper, That's what I claim, bitch. Mobbin' in my old school Impala, candy-dipped the Frame shit. Thugs, gangbangers and drug slingers I Hang with. Oftentimes a nigga took a trip with Bloods and Crips I'm down for it, 'cause I'm a true I'm a true I come from the heart. But why? Why be in a gang? What's in it for you? What's in it? I mean, you get killed, right? Yeah. You mean some of your friends been killed? Yeah. So? For the simple cause. What's the simple cause? Of being a going down with the That's how we feel. We die, it's like we Gon' kill one of them. One of them die, 'cause they down for it. They'll get took out and they come back. And then it's a feud until they don't want No more, until everybody just drop it. But ain't nobody gon' drop It