Nipsey Hussle, J Rock, Glasses Malone, Cobby Supreme - We Gangbangin lyrics

They were the children we
Passed by everyday and
Paid no attention to but they watched us
We had the generations our parents came from
And we had the great
Personalities of their generation
To connect with
We had something to attach ourselves
They didn't they were totally disconnected
And disenfranchised
They're like a planet out of orbit

Ya'll don't know wut u done heard
But were I'm from u might get served
U might shoot back u might get cracked
U might do life but that's just that cause
We gang bangin

It might be
The very last time u see ya family
That's why I pray every time I go to sleep
And every time I take a step up out the door
Don't forget to grab the
Strap off the dressor
Nigga Supreme u konw it's still
A rap rock war that's mix the cain right
That's wut the smokers fiend for
Lord forgive me for I have sin
I still chipped the nigga and
Walk off with a grin
My kids is thirsty they'll merk ya
They'll hurt ya they'll dirt ya
They'll work ya over kill ya
And fill yo ass up with 100 muhfckin shots
I don't know wut u done heard
But were I'm from u might get served
U might shoot back u might get cracked
U might do life but that's just that cause
We gang bangin

LA is were we bang niggas know wut it is
Disrespect a smith and wesson catch
A whole to ya wig got love from blue rags
Ride with my red rags
If u got a problem with that
U get yo toe tagged
Look I'm down for my turf
Steady puttin in work
Better watch what u say
Ge yo face on a shirt
Look I'm strapped when I ride
See the gats in my ride
Fully auto loaded if u don't
Bust back then u die i react when I'm high
See the red from my eyes
All my goons is thirsty they kill
For the piece of the pie
This is not a surprise
Nigga this how we live
Rivals poppin they lips
Then we pop in a clip

I don't know wut u done heard
But were I'm from u might get served
U might shoot back u might get cracked
U might do life but that's just that cause
We gang bangin

I'm a mad ass eastside BG ridah
And fuck any trick who don't like it
Bet they faint when they see
The heat I ride with
Guaranty ya leave these bitch niggas silenced
So who u side with we better get along
If u don't get it right i gotta do u wrong
That's the code of the streets
Shit they been the same
And I live by the code and we keep the gang
Can't pass the class of life
Unless u cheatin mane
And niggas ain't give me passes
When they seen the range
They let the heaters aim ride up
On the side of me
That type of shit bring the southern
Street up out of me
They try to leave yo nigga
Wetter than pastrami meat
So I pull triggas give these fakes lobotomies
Cause, I'm a ridah babe with a lot of change
And enough juice to turn
U fckas into rottamane

We gang bangin