[Intro: Junior Reid & 40 Glocc]
Modern vampires of (Infa-infamous) the city
Yeah, n***a!
Huntin' blood! (G-Unit!)
Blooooooooooooooood!
Fuck 40 Glocc, huh? oh n***a you a 40 Glocc killer?
Blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
You bitch ass n***a you ain't say fuck 40 Glocc (Yeah, hahah) when I was in your motherfuckin' crib, n***a!
You ain't say fuck 40 Glocc then, n***a!
What it do, n***a?!
One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood
I'ma show y'all the real Crips get down!

[Verse: 40 Glocc]
The West coast is back at 'em, flashin' a Mac at 'em
Bust two out the Acura, call me the black dragon
Flippin' birds like spatulas with crack, I'm spectacular
You clap, I clap back at cha, blaat, that's the passenger
How the fuck I'ma leave and I barley (Yeah, hahah) came
This The Resurrection, n***as adding fuel to my flame
My dedication rep thе hood, mash for the game
Catch you and your n***a slippin' and snatch off your chain
I'm a two [?] Tommy tucker (Tommy tuck)
Stick a dick in yo momma stomach, 40 a mothеrfucker (Hahaha)
Big bad 4-0, now the streets is talkin', hit 'em up with sign language now them heats is talkin'
This faucet's gotta leak, get the (Yeah, hahah) coffins ready
Plug him full a holes and his followers wit him
He six fo, swingin' from the balls of 50
The new face of L.A., more bitch than Whitney
I used to whistle for the homies now I'm like "Aight cuzz"
Run him off the road, knock a hole in them dubs
The balls is big, so is the buzz, fuck a .38 snub, I got a Glock in the club
We could lock up, head up, tit (Yeah, hahah) for tat
The West ain’t never left, how you bring it back?
Only bitch ass n***as cover over they tats, and wake up out of comas with no get back
I'ma kick and push his ass like he Lupe Fiasco
And tear this pussy, a whole new asshole
He talk mo' shit then his ass can hold
Ask Bishop Lamont, or Glasses Malone
Even eses said "I wanna see like homes" (Yeah, hahah)
In the hood gettin' blunted, get my c-walk on
You wanna get your flame on? I heat you up
On [?] city [?] I beat you up
Fuck you and your label, (What set you claim?)
I diss that too if you was ready to bang
He playin' [?] games, let the games begin
I bring him the choppers, (Game over!) all you see is
[Chorus: Junior Reid & 40 Glocc]
Blood, blood, blood, blood (Yeah, hahah) ([?] [?] this n***a ain't a real), blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood (I'm finna kill me one), blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood (I know some real), blood, blood
One blood, one blood, one blood (N***a this Crip), one blood, one blood
One blood
One blood
One blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood (Yeah, hahah), blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood
One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood
One blood
One blood