[Intro: Cap 1]
Chyeah
Bring me my ma’fuckin’ hat
Set trippin’ on you n***as
‘Bout to get it gangbangin’ on you ma’fuckas
Chyeah
Cut through this ma’fucka with the top back
Throwin’ signs all out the window at you n***as
Chyeah
You know what it is, n***a
Aye, look…

[Chorus: Cap-1]
I’m from the city where they gang bang
Gang bang, gang bang, gang bang
Tattoos on my body – represent my gang
Bunch of n***as with me – reppin’ the same thing

[Verse 1: Cap 1]
What you reppin’ homie? What you reppin’ cous’?
What you reppin’ gangster? What you reppin’ blood?
Throw your sets high – rep for that logo
Got my hat cocked – pistol in the chokehold
Bunch of n***as with me – they all felons
Extended clips – AK47s
Gangster Disciples – Black Stones
Vice Lords – we back on
My city love me, can’t forget them Latin Kings
First plug was a Mexican I met, he threw me half a thing
Blow me with them midis
I wanna make a play like a n***a getting’ busy
Breakin’ down work over East with the four
Gangbangin’ n***a whoop a n***a out his clothes
[Chorus: Cap-1]
I’m from the city where they gang bang
Gang bang, gang bang, gang bang
Tattoos on my body – represent my gang
Bunch of n***as with me – reppin’ the same thing

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I’m a hood n***a, and y’all know that
Familiar bricks be foam-wrapped
Whole thing I grind it up
Rolex I don’t wind it up
Some n***as hood bleed blue
Some n***as hood bleed red
Just seen a dead man walkin’
Homies call him Lil’ ½ Dead
Caddy off and it’s damn fast
Mama smokin’, she a crack head
I only know how to activate
N***a, grab the semi, n***a crack heads
Hundred deep they on the block
Trigger play, that’s off the top
Every young n***a posted up
And live a thug life just like Pac
That paper chase, when will it stop?
Hustler just like his pops
N***a sixteen with a eighteen
N***a, sixteen off in the Glock
Ridin’ on his enemies
All these dreams, buyin’ quarter keys
Two blocks, that’s 66th
Ask him where he from, he gon’ represent
[Chorus: Cap-1]
I’m from the city where they gang bang
Gang bang, gang bang, gang bang
Tattoos on my body – represent my gang
Bunch of n***as with me – reppin’ the same thing

[Verse 3: The Game]
I’m 500 with this bandana
My bars crack, no antennae
I rock jewels, no Santana
Give you sixteens, Joe Montana
I put n***as on World Star
Then go platinum the next day
Put hollow tips in your girl’s car
Then be at the funeral like “let’s pray”
Got a hundred racks in my back pack
Put half of that on your snapback
N***a livin’ life on that fast track
‘Til he slowed down by that black mack
I’m a real blood –
Come to Compton, see real thugs
Since Mary J did “Real Love”
I’ve been poppin’ n***as like pills, blood
12-years-old, walkin’ to sixth grade
Red Bulls jersey and a switchblade
Cedar block and let them heaters pop
It ain’t a n***a from my hood that’s bitch-made
I got a red rag in my Trues
Red dots on my tools
Redbone in my Coupe
Red ‘Rari, no roof
Up the ratchet like Soo
Then pull the trigger, like “whoop”
Milk carton catch the shells
Now we merkin’ n***as, no proof
I’m authentic, fuck a throwback
N***as throw one I throw four back
It’s Blood Gang, let’s go, Cap
Yeah
[Chorus: Cap-1]
I’m from the city where they gang bang
Gang bang, gang bang, gang bang
Tattoos on my body – represent my gang
Bunch of n***as with me – reppin’ the same thing

[Outro: Cap 1]
Gangbang, gangbang, gangbang, gangbang
Tattoos on my body – represent my gang
Bunch of n***as with me – reppin’ the same thing