I got another gang story to tell, peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there, it's no hope, cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope, damn. Black on black, that makes it shitty, can't survive in the Compton city, and food last bit. Cause when you grow up in a hood, you gots to claim the city, yeah. It's not that you want to, but you have to, don't be a moron, cause niggas might lap you, straight off the motherfucking block. Can't do a restless, so they asses get clocked, gee, who gives a fuck about another, only got love for my fucking gang brothers, gee. But I'm young, so nobody would wonder, that the hood would take me under. Now, I'm a few ages older, got hair on my nuts, and I'm a little bit bolder. And putting in work, I has to do my fucking part. I'm down for the hood, and it's planted in the heart. Fool, at school, slapping on the girls' asses, fuck the white education, so I skip a lot of classes. Cause ain't no future in a nigga white reality, teach me the motherfucking gang mentality. Pop, pop, pop, drops the sucker. If he's from another hood, I gots to shoot the motherfucker. Gee, I'm in it to win it, and can't quit. Fool, and ready to die for this shit. Wantons, can't fake, the gang tough. Putting my foot in your ass to make time struck. I'm the neighborhood terror, but I never wondered, that the hood would take me under. Always clapping, get up and let go. Garuda took me under. Always clapping, get up and let go. Garuda took me under. Police is out, but I'm watching my back. Garuda took me under. Police is out, but I'm watching my back. Garuda took me under. I guess I'll watch my back, cause niggas jeffing. Times hurt, this brother put the 187. Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime, so I gotta peel his cap with the nine. Fool, if it's sewn, then it's sewn. Fuck it, G, because how the opps are looking, fool, it's either him or me. So I loads up the strap, and I step, cause my brain cells are dead, and all I think is death. Revenge, yeah, that's what it's all about. See the sucker, take the motherfucker out. Stab the fool down with the eye contact. He tried to swing, so I draw him with the gap. Blast was the sound of one time's herder. Nigga 25, the life of the murder. Was it worth it, I always wonder. Maybe if the hood didn't take me under. See it, it's going out to all the niggas. It's going out to all my niggas. It's going out to all the niggas. My nigga, my T made it.