Twisted Insane, Mitchy Slick - Activate lyrics

I woke up on the morning
With my breathe still stankin
On the corner with a bunch
Of nigga that's gang bangin
The homie came up to me sayin
"listen to this"
I said, "who made the beat, blood
It sound like shit"
Hit the parking lot, where
The dice game's brackin
Sold my heat just to let em
Know that I was strapped and
Ready fo' whatevah so don't try no dumb shit
Yes, I'd like to scrap or we
Can get into gun shit
Caught a nigga slippin, so I said "fuck it"
Step to the nigga with the 2-2-3
I spit fo' the Bloods and
The Crips of the West
The niggas that roll with
The bullet-proof vests
Cause it's wicked in the city
That I come from nigga
And it's banged the fuck out
With the Uzi trigger