Piru’n Remix

Verse 1: Big June:

June, yeah, Skyline, P-Funk wit' it
Catch a brossy, do the nigga like funk did it (Like funk did it)
Uh, up out the windows and the trunk wit’ it
I'mma bang that, aim that and lay down and pump niggas (Brah!)
Yeah, we serious about the P
And I knock out any nigga I P crossin' out the B (Crossin’ out the B)
Man, I won't stop G'n
And I can't stop being a Blood, they can't P it (They can't P it, uh)
Uh, and yeah I'm still aktive
Out here shootin' at these niggas for practice
Put your ass right in a casket
Soon as you get to trippin’ what we color the flag is
Little nigga, you get gone with that shit
I hit that ass with somethin’ that make you do backflips (Mothafucka)
You're now in tune to a real one doin’ this
Big June, eat a kicked? on some Piru'n shit

Chorus x2: Big June:

What you little niggas out here doin', nigga
Get yo' ass up and start Piru’n, nigga
You ain't a factor yet so stop what you doin', nigga
I been in the game, who you think brought June in, nigga

Verse 2: O.Y.G. redruM781:

P, to the I-R-U
Nevermind how you spell it pronounce it Piru (Piru)
Homies hear a Dog whistle (suwoo!) when in they fall through
I'm redruM O.Y.G., and who is you? (Who is you?)
No clues left, fools lose their breath
With the UZI I crept, blood ooze in they steps
I'm a threat to your set, supersoakin' me a wet
Cherry red, cherry everything, what you 'Ruspect

Verse 3: Bandana da Ragg:

I give up the 'Ru like the Panthers do with the fist
A hog when I hog givin' kicks fuckin' up my kicks
Big money shit, only fuck with gulley shit
Bickin' back bool, I'm only black watchin' my money flip
Been here, out the street is the black top
Hustle so cold, I sell a fiend a black rock
Reppin' the town, bitch, like I do the Red Sox
Pop boy, burn a nigga with these red dots

Chorus x2

Verse 4: Dawgie (Unda Dawg):

Yeah, my niggas with the bands know WHY because they murk niggas
Play Xbox then LAUGH on why they murk niggas (Haha!)
Frontline, call me Hawthorne wit' it
On Rosecrans bound like my relly Pookaroo? did it
Make the front papers, nigga, like the war in Iraq
And keepin' it poppin' shit that's the length of a bat (Ha)
With a long clip to it, or a drum that'll do it
Spittin' so many shells like they were sunflower fluid
Throw your set up my nigga, feel that, bang that (Suwoo!)
I'm with that, aimin' at the top and I split that
I love the cherry like I love them Fruitas
My niggas get water, go fishin' for tunas
Burners on the waist, P tatted on the face
What it do, I'm a real one that bang Piru
Niggas claim they with their biz and goin' K up shit
This ain't a fuckin' movie script, I'm as real as it gets

Chorus x2

Outro: J-Bizz x2:

It's a cold cold world, in my hood
Niggas gettin' killed in the streets, up to no good
And we can give a fuck what you thinkin'
'Cause we be hustlin' and bangin'
And we be smokin' and drinkin', in my hood, in my hood

Chorus (x2)