Gangland - Phillie, Bronze Nazareth

This right here for all my gangstas

Crip walkin Suuuuu whooping the pavment

Vice lords SMB seven Bloods

This right here for all my gangstas

Crips walkin Suuuuu whooping the pavment

Vice lords, GDs

Detroit stamped Signed Sealed Delivered

Got my boys amped for real ride for the skrilla

From the jungles of gorillas snakes and great Venom

I’ll be a voice like John Lennon when I’m finished

Ain’t a baller though I love to see niggas balling

I’m a author it all inspires my writing

Mike Tyson brawler y’all don’t want to see us

Roll with double D divaz with guns in they cleavage

That’s Victoria Secret she don’t even speak English

Throw the gang signs up she’s squeezing

Believe it period Like a nigga’s bleeding

Kick Rocks this is my block I ain’t leaving

Bobbing and weaving and watching and schemin'

Dodging and creeping they fall like the season

Before and after rap I’ll be a product of my habitat

Armed with a Helmut shield and a battle axe

This right here for all my gangstas

Crip walkin Suuuuu whooping the pavment

BMF, Ecorse, Latin Counts

This right here for all my gangstas

Crips walkin Suuuuu whooping the pavment

Vice lords, GDs

Uhh it’s Gun Rule, bob ya head like commence fire

I’m Just an esquire trying to get the empire

I Keep vaginas damp cramped, teflon, admire

Don of the state, couple priors, catch fire

In the near future, shift the claw, blazing loofa

Love my gun karma sutra, 64 ways to shoot ya

Lil compton, southwest, carries a fine

Jon Barry behind the line, I’m worrisome with mine Shit

Wheat timbs, brown beard like a dead pine

Red dead revolver rhymes ya highness servin lead wine

Motown, no subways, the end line

Joy Road the affliction in my enzyme

I got Big Plans, I’m risin like the rent signs

Clinch lime like a playoff berth

But let a stray off first

It ricochet off the bailiffs shirt

I aim to get that green nigga like the raven’s turf

A porterhouse, but a prayer first

For my niggas underneath layers of earth

The ashes in the surf or the beige tinted hearse

It’s the dealer and the culprit, how could it get worse

The mic is my pulpit, the music is church

Perched on the porch eatin perch, power

THC got the sour mocking cauliflower

The D we want the bread and the lettuce, olive garden

Nigga

This right here for all my gangstas

Crip walkin Suuuuu whooping the pavment

BMF, Ecorse, Latin Counts

This right here for all my gangstas

Crips walkin Suuuuu whooping the pavment

Vice lords, GDs

This right here for all my gangstas

Crip walkin Suuuuu whooping the pavment

Vice lords SMB seven Bloods

This right here for all my gangstas

Crips walkin Suuuuu whooping the pavment

Vice lords, GDs