Give It Up

Say what?

16 months in the pen, now I'm fresh out

Scars on my knuckles from the Crabs that I socked out

Sportin' all red with the bald head

Pumpin' lead with the infrared, leavin' Crabs all dead (Hah)

Fresh red Tay' bool hat with the FUBU

Stand beamed up, fool, fuck wearin' boo-boo

Westside Killers claimin' Denver Avenue

And ain't goin' lie

I fuck Crab bitches (yep) too with my hat on

I be in Crab hood gettin' my gat on

Flue hat and flue strings, you won't catch me with that on

But you can catch me at a party doin' a Blood Walk (Woop woop)

Deaf and dumb to Crab language, all I know is Blood talk like

Boda, Born Nuts, bandy, boffee and bigarettes

**** and ****, red rubber bands and berets, yeah

I'm sneakin' in Crab funerals like a spy

Just to see Crabs' mommas cry (Ahh, haha, woop woop)

Give it up

WOOP WOOP!

We all down to buzz

WOOP WOOP!

If you bangin', ****, give it up!

And this the type of shit gon' send me back to jail

To bustin' on **** with gauge shell

Fuck runnin', I'mma bail

Attack you with it, slap you with it

Take your money and cap you with it

Tell your girl I'mma mack you with it

White and red pearl

Cadillac you with it

Face to face I might shack you with it

I'm on Prairie with it

Red stars, silver satin with the cherry in it

Red pack krossin' 'em out on the Denver with it

Bloods is gangsters and Crabs is scary with it

Give it up

WOOP WOOP!

We all down to buzz

WOOP WOOP!

If you bangin', ****, give it up!

I just got to the hood

And I already heard some bad news

The homie just got shot at by some Crab fools

We 'bout to get these **** back, grab the MAC, we 'bout to go

Front Venice, and catch them buster **** on the road

Or maybe route

On West

At the liquor store

We about to catch him while he's slippin' and just kill 'em though

I hate Crabs on Aves, I love that flame color

And represent with only real motherfuckers

No bustas allowed, you know about this gangsta shit

Bustin' on **** that hate the gang I'm hangin' with

**** in the wrong colors get tossed up (Tossed up)

Can't ball if you ain't gon' bust

If I die (die), bury me

Hang my balls in the Tree on F-I-G (G!)

If they fall (Fall)

Take a bite

I meditate tapes like a 109! (Woop woop)

Give it up

WOOP WOOP!

We all down to buzz

WOOP WOOP!

Red strangs in our Chucks (Say what?)

Hennebby (Say what?)

And a gang of weed (Say what?)

And a proper-ass bitch to skeez! (Ay)

One, two, ain't no buckles in my shoes

Just bright red strangs, sportin' Dickies that hang

Joy riding off PT, in my mama car

With my Doggs jumpin' out, sockin' Crabs I done DP (WHat's up, Blood?)

Dirty Chucks in the jailhouse, get to push ups

Into the ways, now it's dips and push ups

They get pumped up

To run up and get socked up

Back on with the hood blocked up

B-Braze (hah), nine French braids (Woop woop)

Red strings (hah), Figueroa Gang

Tired of y'all **** tryna bite the Woop (Woop)

So I'm dumpin' on you fools out the Bhrome Six-Deuce (Woop woop)

I'ma G-ride drivin', CK Ridin'

Family Blood bangin'

FUCK what you claimin'

Aimin' 4-5's and 9's

Throwin' gang signs

With the infrared beam, Blood

Get 'em everytime

Give it up

WOOP WOOP!

We all down to buzz!

WOOP WOOP!

Red strings in our Chucks (Say what?)

Hennebby (Say what?)

And a gang of weed (Say what?)

And a proper-ass bitch to skeez!