Blood Life

[Intro]
- Hey, you remember that talk we had about, Bloods and Crips, man?
- Yeah
- Well, uh, that nigga's a Blood!

Nigga, it's only one Lil' Hawksta, don't ever get it twisted, can't none o' these niggas fuck with me on the mic, nigga, I said and I did that, I ain't takin' it back, nigga, fuck every last one of these niggas, on Westside and the Eastside, I get it down, nigga, 104th Street, Bottoms up, Mafia raised, Mafia made, come get it, nigga, I'm right here, right now

[Verse 1]:
You can tell from the beat that I'm a Westside nigga
Fuck that broke shit, it's time for me to count some figures
Get in my way, and that's the price you don't wanna pay
If the money at the top, then I'm 'most my way
I'm a Crenshaw Boulevard nigga, I don't traffic and
Red then you dead, I'mma let yo' ass have it
On these bitch-made bustas, tryna hate on the M
But when it brack, they get smacked time and time again
To kill at war, you gotta kill them niggas that's trippin'
Catch you slippin' with they pants down, yo' ass will be hit
Never let up off they ass, gas, pedal to the metal
This shit is on a whole 'nother level
Here I come, I'm stupid, in other words dumb
You wanna play, it's all day where I'm from
I just asked one thang on the gang
Keep the ones out the mix when you hear my shit go bang, bang!

[Chorus]:
I live that life, that mothafuckin' Blood life x8

[Verse 2]:
It's time to pep these niggas' eyes out, in the skully
We ain't buddies and friends, I'mma leave 'em bloody
If you ass then want beef then you should've did it
But you done it, so now yo' ass about to get it
Don't try to run, nigga, you ain't gotta fuckin' wit' it
Just take your life a minute, and respect the kill
These niggas shakin' like a rusty-ass minibike
Before he know, I'm 'bout to show 'em what the semi like
Now he shittin' on himself, bad case of bobbies
But I ain't even mad at him, he just know wassup, he
You niggas thought it was pretty, in the bity
Let me tell you right now, that it's not, fo' really
It's all death in the air, it ain't no love
Fuck that middle man shit, straight to the plug
And for my bitch, lemme die right now on the spot
'Cause that's what I'm not, bitch, niggas gettin' got

[Chorus]:
I live that life, that mothafuckin' Blood life x8

[Verse 3]:
I keep it strapped for these niggas that be thinkin' they slick
Shove my dick upon these bitches everytime that I hit
Have me show to get around through some hood to hood
Catch that shit, you out the game and then that ain't good
It's like the niggas put a luck, you ain't got the blammer
You just hopin' that them things, don't cock out the hammer
I know this little thick bitch, from Louisiana
And tonight she gon' hit me with some Country Grammar
You know first thang first, empty out your purse
That's the name of the game, the money is first
That's prestigious, I'm just goin' by the books
I ain't to trip, I ain't goin' by the looks
Just fuck, know I'm back, on the grind again
Get these niggas for they paper, that's the mind I'm in
That's what time it is, the community service
Scot-free, on the B, then I'm doin' these murdas!

[Outro]:
Nigga, this Woop gang