-----on da phone-----

Yeah ?

Aight, nigga! [???] just came on the block

and try to smash on all the homies,nigga.

Who, who, nigga, what happened?

Ey, nigga, get your shit!

What happened, dog?

Get your shit!

What?

Just meet me on the block.

I'm on my way!



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I don't know about you, but all I wanna do is get my bang on

Stay strapped wit my sack

While niggas watch my back

Well, nigga, get your bang on





(Verse 1 -Squeak Ru )

Mack, I hear some niggas got a problem wit the [woosh ?]

I see the niggas got they straps and they ready in the hood

So I'm loadin up my weapons, steppin

Callin up the crew cuz ass whoopin we ain't acceptin

And I ain't lettin shit go

Niggas got to back up, bow down or get wet up wit ammo

Muthafuckers got to pay

or [?????] in the night cuz I don't play



(Verse 2 -Mack 10)

At night I can't sleep, I'm tossin and turnin

So I stay full of 'yak and smoke sermon

Got a [???] to my name and though the hood's gettin bigger

I'm paranoid and sleepin wit my finger on the trigger

And now my bitches stressin that I'm livin [brome ?]

Cuz I'm fresh out the pen and get my serve on

It's all about murder where me and Squeak from

So fuck the enemies and we dumpin when we see some, so



Chorus

It's the life of a G I got to live



(Verse 3 -Squeak Ru)

Them rocks movin slow on the block

Nigga, One Time hot and we just lost the dope spot

Got me curb servin under pressure

I'm so paranoid at night I keep my glock [and my dress on ?]



(Verse 4 -Mack 10)

All these 187s got my mind undisstressed

And even claimin Dub S, you need a bullet-proof vest

You know the gang, nigga, when you dog and you loccin

Kill the first thang movin [and ?] just the first thang smokin



(Verse 5 -Squeak Ru)

All I wanna hear is buckshots and guts out

Niggas gaspin for they breath is the type of shit I'm talkin 'bout

You niggas cruisin 'fore I bruisin

Ey, Mack, get your ammo, cock the tool that you're usin



(Verse 6 -Mack 10)

Peel ya dome to the back, dog

Cuz when it comes to the wood, they better know how to act, dog

Connect Gang, punk , yell the hood out and bustin

Nigga, fuck every clique that ain't down wit us, fuck em



(Verse 7 -Squeak Ru)

Fuck em and feed em dish

Niggas get dismissed

Connect Gang [faint ?] at the top of the list



(Verse 8 -Mack 10)

You wit colored bandanas and clips like bananas

Homicides when we ride, so the world wanna ban us, nigga



Chorus