ILL BILL, Uncle Howie, B-Real, Everlast - Pain Gang lyrics

You been to jail before?
Me? Of course I’ve been to jail they don’t
Even want me in jail no more
I’m too old now they want guys like you

Bloods and Crips, the Ñietas
Latin Kings, Disciples, and Vice Lords
All crews that bang
Vatos Locos, Four Corner Hustler thing
The Mexican Mafia all crews that bang
Al-Qaeda, CIA, Hamas, the Mossad, NYPD
All crews that bang
Non Phixion, Cypress Hill, House of Pain
La Coka Nostra all crews that bang

From Don Corleone or to Tony Montana
Whatever you are, homie, bikers or bandanas
Riders who cock hammers and
Soldiers who roll deep
I’m a child of the night, homie I don’t sleep
My crew, we slow creep while you’re
Counting your sheep
We bang on anybody stepping up
They bleed in the street
Maybe you got what it takes to
Lead a team of cutthroats
Maybe you hang around with
A crew of fuckholes
Fakes, frauds, fictional bangers
Never held a heater til you
Had someone take your picture
Looking invincible with it
You did it for glory
Some did it for real and
Others they tell stories
But the collective we have here’s respected
Making you an offer you
Should never reject it
You roll with the bowl over
Baby the math is simple
It’s pop pop pop in your temple

IRA scheming, PLO dreaming, Celtic heathen
Peckerwood demon
Kicking and screaming through the
Depths of hell bareback riding on a jezebel
The hammer’s cocked
You get shot by the shell
I burnt an angel’s wings then
Sang while he fell there’s a party in hell
There’s a war in heaven
The whole world been shook since 9 11
With Muslim extremists and Zionists
Trying to rule the world with an iron fist
While the junkies and the dealers
Are doing the bids
Uncle Howie say it’s time for revolution
Kids don’t spill your blood on foreign land
Come outside on the block with
Your gun in your hand
If you’re mad as fuck and
Won’t take it no more
Buck shots in the air like you ready for war

We don’t die, we multiply
This song was not made
To glorify gang culture
Nor to explore the lives of
Soldiers or street villains
Ghetto superstars, political heroes
Compton G’s to Brooklyn Deniros
Raised from children to killers
Prisoners to peace prize winners
Was Nelson Mandela a terrorist?
Let’s consider the truth: The biggest gang
In the world is the police
Our tax dollars pay for no
Justice and no peace
An empty crack vials crushed by
Ten year old feet
On their way to school past the
Meth heads and dope fiends
Anatomy of a true banger
I ain’t shit without my homeboys
Fuck with my set
You get your goons strangled
I won’t be convicted like Jimmy Coonan
And you're not a gangster
Who the fuck you think you fooling?
My ruthless brilliance soon to
Produce me millions
Billy Idol homeboy, peace to Tookie Williams