see me riding on my enemies posted where my killas be dippin in that all black truck living that killafornia gang life dippin throwing gang signs so we ain t giving a fuck good homies die young it what was firmly promised corpy monster cobra boomer sleepy trusty doggie i m a give it up for ace young homies that s gone ain t no s on my chest just the hood on my dome reflected by chrome jump behind the bell piece holmes that s why i always got the heata so they leave me alone i ain t trying to be bad i got nothing to prove i miss my boys big muggs crook toro troops these the fellas that s why i could never be jealous i respect i pay em homage for the things that they tell us paved a way for lil homies on the turf you want a lil return of gang signs the gangsta talk see me dipping in my chevrolet we know when we riding on our enemies we go jumping out throwing gang signs homie it s the gang life it s why i got the hood on my head fiesty 2 guns some say i got this sickness some say my minds possessed will i keep on banging on the block until there s nothing left my breath reaks of vengeance for the lost souls of my friends let it go noo not until unfolding my revenge it never ends i m killin one they ll be back again and the laughter i once had will turn back into anger friend i ll play this madness until its my turn to be dead gone i ll live learn i don t think of how my life went wrong and when i leave my door will it be my last time i ll see my family fading in a past life and when i cash in my soul in to the reaper will he take me to the stairs or will he take me somewhere deeper and all this here is for respect from my peers if i try to do what s right will my friends disappear yeah it s all i see all i know so i won t do it i ll live by the gun and i ll surrender to the bullet  baby jokes see i m a bang till my grave till they take me away big clefs why g why they take you away see i m a hold on strong bang the fucking home tell you right now motherfuckers gonna get dome d i walk around with my lil homies yeah why where they from 213 fucking east side see it s embedded told me homie better get it what you left on sprucey we still reppin ain t nothing change the pigs still give us chase we asked each other why dreamer had to pass away you know the clicks jasper still pulls a bitch and grandma chela best believe that she still trips a big strange i love you till my dying day i never met you but the hood g is in our veins so what i m saying bout myself fool i still bang so p s q s when you come across my way 