[Intro]
Not, Blackwall Street, The Game, Beach Boy
Charli Baltimore (he wears a red bandana)
Rockstar, we are the Black Gang
Free Shyne, motherfuckers! (he wears a red bandana)

[Chorus]
On the front of murder talk (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whole world know (he wears a)
Every n***a in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the N-Y-P-D (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
All the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip n***as know (he wears a red bandana)

[Verse 1]
Cheah, cheah, dear God let me cleanse my soul
Throw away all the rims and the gold
Oh no I can't do that, do I love God?
True dat, but I got a gun so move back
I'm loco like 5 eses in the side of Chevelle ridin' on low pros
I'm a renegade, ride with the .44
Been a gangbanger all my life, fuck the popo
I ain't never been a cocky kid, know they could kill me if they shot Pac and Big
But I let my bandana hang, in the city of angels we gangbang
I move that chronic and yayo, way before I met 50, Banks, Buck and Yayo
Ask Eminem even Dr.Dre know I put one in last ten in the Range Rov
Used to push that rock like Jay Hov, you better lay low when the A-K blow
Or get wings and a halo, run to the hood and tell 'em I'm the n***a they gotta pray for
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I said run to the hood and tell 'em I'm the n***a they gotta pray for
Lay low and stay low
[Chorus]
On the front of murder talk (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whole world know (he wears a)
Every n***a in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the N-Y-P-D (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
All the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip n***as know (he wears a red bandana)

[Verse 2]
Cheah, cheah, I'm a gangbanger don't get it fucked up
You ain't never bang, you ain't never laced chucks up
So how the fuck you gonna criticize me
I ain't the reason n***as is bangin' the N-Y-C
Makin' bullshit threats on the M-I-C
I don't wake up in cold sweats when I sleep
I live comfortably With a red rag tied around the 45 in case n***as come for me
Mad cause I started my own company, I don't know what the fuck N***as want from me, except something for free
Before The Documentary dropped, you bitch n***as wasn't bumpin' me
And to some degree, I gotta keep that 4-5th under me
I don't run from beef It's either cock back, squeeze or underneath 'Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton)
And my grandmother died before I was multi
Wasn't raised right cause my parents was both high
High off cocaine, my introduction to the dope game came in 85 watchin' Soul Train
Mama told me I was the future, and one day I'd be fly like Soul Plane
Just don't bang, but back then I'd do anything for a jheri curl and a gold chain
N***as always got something to say
Like they ain't never bumped N.W.A
Punk n***as talk shit, but when they need hits
They swallow they fuckin' pride and come runnin' to Dre
N***as come to L.A. when they need to talk
'Cause Kanye told everybody Jesus Walks
Bush killed more n***as in the towers then gangbangin' ever did
That's why they need New York
[Chorus]
On the front of murder talk (he wears a)
On the cover of the source you see (he wears a red bandana)
The whole world know (he wears a)
Every n***a in the hood know (he wears a red bandana)
50 told the N-Y-P-D (he wears a)
Why you snitch on me and tell 'em that (he wears a red bandana)
All the Pirus know (he wears a)
Even my crip n***as know (he wears a red bandana)