Backin' Up My Gang
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What y'all thought motherfucker this Blood gang on mines
Straight from out the projects yeah I stay on the grind
Clicked up with Sen Dog born ready to ride
Banged out from head to toe red flag up high
Staying loyal to the soil everyday front line
For my niggas on the real I'll pop that nine
On the hunt out for your ass better look out or die
Niggas perpetrate faking with this banging shit
I bang to death and you don't wanna be my click
We homiciding G-ride and let off four clips
The red shirt Taliban now respect this bitch
High off a chronic blunt and terrorizing the strip
Su-woop Blood gang and I ain't giving a fuck
With my finger on the trigger and I'm ready to bust
Gangsta with it with the business nigga who say what
Fuck a bitch, fuck a snitch, they be working with smut
I'm backing up my gang
Ain't no need against I gets my bang
Ain't no selling out no way no thanks
If I gotta die give it up for my camp
These Los Angeles streets so real
Loaded with locals that carry steel
Crooked ass pigs that shit is real
You can get murked out looking for a thrill
I'm from 89' NHF Neighborhood Family
Insane in the brain total insanity
Bullets for your ass if you wanna live fast
If not I'm the wrong nigga to be crossing paths
Been down since the days of the killer A.K.'s
And all that crazy Uzi machine gun spray
From the days when fools used to just get a beat down
And if you didn't get up that shit got around town
Black Panthers, Slauson and Gladiators
Not even the motherfucking FBI could fade us
Now let's look at our current status
The whole damn world is set up to hate us
But I'm just gon' lay back with the TEC-9
And I'mma go for mine and they say they throw mine
And at the end I'm gon' be victorious
All amazing, hallelujah, glorious
I'm backing up my gang
Ain't no need against I gets my bang
Ain't no selling out no way no thanks
If I gotta die give it up for my camp
These Los Angeles streets so real
Loaded with locals that carry steel
Crooked ass pigs that shit is real
You can get murked out looking for a thrill
I'm an O.G., a made veteran
Got more common sense than the rest of them
But let me tell you something when it comes down to it
It's my hand on the trigger it's up to me if I pull it
We be living fast and we be dying young
A lot of this shit that we did was just for fun
But now right here and they call us criminals
I don't give a damn this ain't nothing subliminal
They yelling out we terrorists and hanging out on blocks
I don't give a fuck I'mma keep that fucking Glock
21 Shot nigga when I pop non-stop
On a nigga that's trying to take my life
I holla out fuck the fucking vice dog every fucking night
Crash unit wanna see me in a batting cuff
I tell 'em fuck they momma dog I don't give a fuck
This is J-Killa, the notorious five deuce iller
I'm backing up my gang
Ain't no need against I gets my bang
Ain't no selling out no way no thanks
If I gotta die give it up for my camp
These Los Angeles streets so real
Loaded with locals that carry steel
Crooked ass pigs that shit is real
You can get murked out looking for a thrill