Luv Neva Diez (Piru Love)

Verse 1: OYG redruM781:

Su-su-suwoop! x3
What's happ'nin' Blood?
Back on the set after 20 years
I lost my Dawgs, my friends, my fam
Blood, sweat, tears
Let's get it clear that the kingdom is mine (The kingdom is mine)
Because you studio gangstas ain't pushin' the line (Ain't pushin' ya lines)
Generals and soldiers that I bang with
Ask any general and soldier that I hang with (That I hang up)
Piru and Blood beef needs to change
RedruM I left the torch, eternal flame

Verse 2: ?:

Uh, uh, MACs, choppers and Berettas and it ain't no stoppin'
Quick to leave a man down 'cause this Westside Bompton (Su!)
Su-West Riders, that's the gang
They don't even get to look all they see is the flame
It's mister, burgundy rag with the burgundy chucks
Yeah, it's the young niggas still burgundy'd up
In this, young measle holdin' down my kennel
Yellin' Su-West, Blood, with my hand on my pistol

Verse 3: ?:

Red bandana (I stay flamed up, nigga, haha), and false-flame Converse
Skyline (Eastside!) cart know how I'm out the Quik concert
Cripple Block raised me, my flag's on the right side (Everything's right, man)
I creep when it's nighttime, I'mma bust at the right time (Hahaha)
It's to the death of me, bangin' is my future
And yeah, I chase chickens, Bloods, I'm a Pirooster (Suwoo!)
Pirule the world, man, life is Piruthless
It's gettin' wild in here, you not a Piru's gets

Verse 4: ?:

Piru is aktive, put us in the club and don't get run through
With me, some Samoan Blood bangers, all Pirus
The Southeast, where even Damus is bangin' CK (Noo, noo, noo)
With the only rules here what do we say?
Fuck 'em, we gon' cross 'em all out (Oh)
If they step into the circle we gon' toss 'em all out
Now I toss this P up for my homies no longer here
This for my homies no longer here

Verse 5: Big June:

Uh, yeah, June, you already know it's goin' down
When I connect the thumb with the index (Uhuh)
So the three to the sky, yeah, I'm bangin' that Pi' (On the real!)
To the fullest, shootin' out them AK bullets
Nigga with a attitude, hell yeah, I'll have at you
You go to sleep like jetlag
Whoever disrespectin' this red flag, ruM, tell 'em I said that
I stay Piru'd up, since this a Piru song, I came to show that Piru Love

Verse 6: ?:

Players in Red Uniform, PIRU the greatest
Flame bandana, bang P so they hate it (Suwooo)
Eastside Rollin' 80 ways when I'm bangin' out
Crippin' woop gram, poppin' P's when I'm burnin' out
Piru love, got me hangin' from the main line
Run yo' old blocks spreadin' down from the Frontline (Eastside!)
Pimps, players and 'Ru's, three B's for my hood block
Pushin' everything, whatever my hood got (My hood got)

Verse 7: ?:

It's a Piru world, fulla Piru love
I got a Piru heart, I pump Piru blood
Skyline original (yeah), P's up for life (Suwoo)
Red rag chucks, stayin' flamed up
Look to the P here, all Pirus
It's a Piru movie in the Piru world
East to the heart, RIP Bloody Mary (RIP)
This Piru Love, we keep it Piru legendary

Verse 8: Bandanna da Ragg:

Bompton money hogs on that Piru Love tip (P-Hog)
Bandanna da Ragg and redruM we run shit
Deep off in the streets where the history exist
Burgundy P hat on, same as the kicks and the whip (Hahahaha)
I'm a Orange Street don in the town where the Fruits at
Take Rosecrans and I'll guide you where the Ru's at (Follow me)
Where Moe Moe and Big Duff brought the hood scratch (Uhuh, scratch)
And pulled out thangs and showed us how to used that

Verse 9: ?:

Yeah, uh, RIP Bloody Mary, West self redruM
I'mma throw a Scott Park if you ask me where I'm from (Yeah)
Cranberry drop dashboard look like Ocean Spray (Haha)
Dash be bickin' backs while flippin' stacks, the homie smokin' jays
Never rock K-Swiss (yeah), cherry color Asics (Yeah)
Drive-by or knuckle up, take it to the basics
Ain't no home base in the streets somebody save you (Nobody)
Got a red bone and red proof sick we stay here

Verse 10: ?:

Su-su-suwoop-suwoop!
That's the call for the homies, live and die from Cross Atlantic so it's all for the homies
Su-su-suwooop-suwoop!
I don't say this shit for nothin', best believe my suwoop'll have a 100 niggas comin'
I'm a real East banger, P fingas in the sky
Fuck a picture on the shirt, get yo' ass up and ride
Lil' Skip, LIP, Iceman Lime in Peace
Tiny Juice AIP, Chuck G Atlantic Street!

Verse 11: Lil' Leak:

Yo, once again it's yo' friend and yeah I'm off of that Hen'
But I'm speakin' clearly so you niggas can comprehend
Always into somethin' daily committin' sin
It's that Avenue Piru gang life that I'm in
And for my dead homies and niggas locked in the pen
It's Piru for life, my loyalty never ends
I keep my .45 cocked but on the block with Lil' Leak, my P-Funk love will never stop

Verse 12: Bugs II:

Rosecrans the bullets revel (Revel)
I'm flamin' like a pebble (Pebble)
Money over bitches bangin' black the color of some Texas? (Suwoo!)
Nigga chuckin' P's from Bompton to overseas
Now a nigga kill for cheese before it was overseas (Haha)
I know you niggas heard of me, these niggas wanna murder me
I'm Bugs II, I'm on the loose, I'm bangin' with the burgundy (Yeah)
You niggas never servin' me, you better call emergency
I'm bangin' to the fullest, push the issue to the third degree

Verse 13: Young Do:

Okay, it's Young Do, niggas, so you know what it do
I could be draped in all blue, and I still suwoop
It's the quarter all over, I got niggas on the roof
And for the rider man we lootin', they parachutin'
I ain't never had a gun, bitch, I ain't a shooter
And I ain't runnin' from the ropes, bitch, I ain't Snoopy
I'm in the giddy up with Coupe, on that ace doin' the loops
Talkin' L-O-V-E, P-I-R-U

Verse 14: Dawgie (Unda Dawg):

I make that P-Funk (uhuh) shit brack who really own one
I got big thangs to flip yo' ass when I'm dumpin'
K's, MAC-11s, 45s and 40s
Blew this nigga back out on Prairie Ave. they told me (Woo!)
On Piru I bang with the gunners (Gunners)
I'm turnt up wit' it some of these niggas runners
Leave a nigga cherried up, if he hatin' the flame
Yeah, I'm Unda Dawg from Hawthorne Piru gang

Verse 15: ?:

Eastside M Lanes, you cannot shit that around me
Piru, I ain't gon' tell a thing (No!)
10 years and goin' Dooby sent to share the fame
Drivers at the end of the gear, in the server train (The server train!)
Cosmetics put the homies comin' off the chains (Chains!)
Blood spillin' like a Pitbull off yo' chain
Back to the present (present), rap's been a blessin'
So I put the homies on right back to the essence (Yeah!)

Verse 16: Red Rag:

Geah, this Red Rag from the Big Low
East Coast, West Coast, I gots to bick low (I got that)
This is the Flame gang, bickin' back bickin' bool (Bickin' back!)
Family Gang chain plans, brightin' up my chains though (Brighten up!)
Yeah, I spit this verse for the homies (Flow that!)
Set 'em free and let 'em fly just like you show me (Just like you)
Ribbons in the Sky, Stevie Wonder for the homies (Yeah)
Hangin' letter not this better than the love from the homies

Verse 17: ?:

Yeah, I'm from Big Shot 6 sendin' Fruit Town Piru (Piru)
Shells in the street for these niggas I did vibe though
Red chucks represent the blocks I did walked on (Yeah, walked on)
Pour out some liquors for my niggas that I fought on (Fought on)
Yeah, and niggas know what that rag for (Yeah)
Fools game fam-bam, through the backdoor (The menace) (The backdoor)
Lil' James hittin' switches in that rag 4 (Yeah)
All my real Pirus what I rap for (Yeah)

Verse 18: ?:

Rifle this shit sick, give a nigga the business
He talkin' wet, I'll dry him up with the big pit
My turf murk first, I don't say a worst verse
The pen may keep my hand up in her purse
This shit is not an akt, homie, put down that rag
Oh, now you wearin' red, when you started doin' that?
Funk 'til they close the curtains (What's happenin' Blood?)
I'm so Piru and should depend on the original version, yeah

Verse 19: ?:

Tatted on my neck and niggas know where they stand for me (Right)
Red rag around my head niggas call me Rambo
I throw my hood up like the doors on the Lambo
It's Piru love, Blood, what you niggas mad for?
Shit I been bangin' since Dickinsons (Elementary)
I got a homie named Jay Rock but he ain't from the Nickelsons (Uhuh)
We all Damus, lemme get a SUWOOP (Uh)
I'm KitterRu? from Crens, nigga (OHH, OHH, OHH!)

Verse 20: ?:

Uh, look, West Coast Bloods (Skyyyy!), big B's in the sky (Uh)
Red rag to the right, 'til the day that I die
Yeah, we started out West, but we bleedin' out East
I do it for my homies still eatin' in the streets (Yeah)
Piru Love, it's a honor just to say that
Disrespect Bloods you can die where you lay at
Suwoop, throw it up when we say that (Right)
Ayo, ruM, tell 'em keep this on playback

Verse 21: ?:

Links throwin' funds (woo!) for 'Ru's, Blood, you bombin' this
Lincoln Park started off 'Ru's to be honest, G
Clap back at niggas that came through and clacked at me
I was only tryna keep home less security
Lost loved ones, in the name of free unity
'Cause that's the only white men 'Ru gon' end about to have a Damu function (SUWOO!)
Niggas flamed up smokin' now Skylines welcome
There you heard it from the horse's mouth

Verse 22: ?:

I rep the 'Ru's, PI's the love never dies
They multiplies, just lookin' it why
The movement, the lifestyle, the representation
Funky motivation, all around the nation (Suwoo)
My home is the motherland, Westside CP (Piru)
To the T, and I rep it to the P (Suwoo)
OYG, from the 554
And you can't get it twisted, homie, I just let you know

Verse 23: ?:

Lil' nigga with the burners, flyin' guillotine, cockadoodle-doo
Nigga, Piru everything
Burgundy chucks on deck with the red strings
[?], even when I sit flamed
You know how to gangbang
Bompton, California, I'll show you how we run thangs
Suwoop in the Turner Lane, toast to redruM
Nigga, Piru everythang

Verse 24: West Lil' Daddy:

I am the West Lil' Daddy but I ain't cute!
That whatever on that who wanna pay yo' loot!
Any bitch I'm crazy like Jesús
Fuck a [?] fish (hey), about my grip, bitch, cash rules!
And I'm nutty as the cash, dude
Placed up in the doors with more drama than Papoose!
Realer nigga (that's right) than me had to see one
But I'm ridin' West Coastin' with my nigga redruM!

Verse 25: ?:

W's up, W's in the air, baby, I represent the West
So when I twist my finger in the middle know that I'm the best
Sippin' on Bloody Mary's (hah), Rest in Peace Bloody Mary (Uhuh)
I dedicate my hair color to you, I keep it cherry
Kool-Aid inside, still in the hood we crackin'
Thunderbird know it's on but now we sippin' Patron
Them blockers steal the block but most of you niggas not
Most of my niggas gone, it's just another sad song, they fly

Verse 26: P-Funk Menace:

It's the P-Funk Menace but the P stand for Principice (Okay)
Lord knows I remain humble at my pinnacle (Lord knows)
Legendary life that red mass wagon invincible (Right)
Heart of the soldier and the mind of a general (Okay)
Throw this B for all my suwoos, in general
They call me Young Chief like the logo on Santana, yo
It's double aces? everywhere I go
So if you feelin' that throw up two 4s

Verse 27: ?:

Picture me rollin', windows open (Uh)
[?] redder than, though it ain't slowin'
Ask for my license (What?)
What's the commotion? (Yo, what's all that fo'?)
Got the feds all on a nigga like lotion (On me)
And I got this big .45 that I'm holdin' (Huh, huh)
That will leave my foes on the roadside soakin' (Soakin')
Huh, I'm G'd up from the feet up
Blood gang, Philly Badass, throw your B's up (Up!)
Mad love, that's what I joined the gang for
Nine Treys who I bang for (B's!)
Oh, please, if you ain't reppin' for the OGs
Tell me what the fuck you flag for? (What's up with that?)
Artist, the force with the bangin', you missed this (Huh)
Me, I got a gift in this rappin', Christmas (Uh)
Got a few switches, froo-froo districs
London Boy's in this suwoop business (Oh)

Verse 28: ?:

What up, Blood (what up?), the P-Funk, where you B, dog? (Brazy!)
From the East to the West say your G's dog
I used to flame from the borders to the North Face (Uhuh, the bricks)
Even in the snow we banged on a daily basis (Daily basis!)
Big City certified (yeah!), hood pass never paid
I'm a 'Ru so I flew and linked it to the motherland (That's right, bro)
It's all love unless you wanna be a foe
Then it's 781 (what up, homie?) at redruM, fo' sho'

Verse 29: ?:

Eight on my Philly, my 'Ru gon' whip it (Salute)
Niggas need to [?] when yo' [?] missin' (Salute!)
Opposition hatin' on a proper demonstration (That's true!)
Proper OGs still bangin' tryna make it (Yeah!)
From Saint Heights but on the Ave., I'mma take it
Give back to the streets, 10 act, take that (Get that!)
Rum said it best "to get with it from yo' bangin' side"?
And that the Sad Boy Big B, Woop gang, Blood

Verse 30: ?:

Suwoop! Homie, who're you, homie? (Who are you?)
Had to give it up for my Damus and 'Ru homies
YG payin' dues for all my true homies (Uhuh)
All the Gs that raised me and put it down befo' me
Big B's and P's (uhuh), cherry and burgundy Chuck T's
'64 Impala on gold D's (Huh)
With four gangstas all parolies
Suwoop soldiers, we don't give a fuck 'bout police

Verse 31: Don-GG (King of the Netherlands):

Bang bang, see this is what it do (Eh?)
What's up, all my nigga Loch in the room! (In the hood!)
Salutin' all the G's [?]
Salute all those....
...
SUWOOP!
...

[This verse is in Dutch]

Verse 32: ?:

Yeah, this for my Damu Nation
A Piru Love and I'm proud of bein' this 5-9 Gang Blood
I separate the real from fakes
So when they knew Damus dig it, they know how to buck straight
To all my dogs on Range, that got the freedom of speech
Only the Nina got the feeling to teach ya
To light up my mood and don't ride that 5
That's where I'm from, I'm Damu and I'm proud, yeah, Piru Love

Verse 33: ?:

Fruit Poma?, I'm a BN Rida
Real Eastsider offa Bellend Chaggas?
It's the gun toter with another one in the holster
Can I get a suwoop for all the P-Funk soldiers? (SU-SU-SUWOOP-SUWOOP!)
Rivals can't hang they try to join us
They should put Piru Street on every corner
I'm Lil' Tweet pushin' out the Valley too deep
RedruM good lookin' out on the P

Verse 34: Stacy Adams:

Pobloma? Piru, Eastside 12700
From the Valley in the shadow of death, forever gunnin'
Stacy Adams on the rise, the love will never die
118th East, offa Glennoak straight to the 9
P's saggin', burgundy rag hang out my right
Big Morfhomes?, fresh offa big, Piru for life
To all my Damus, every 'Ru homie locked in the module
Every 'Ru hood, I'm [?] for 'Ru love, it's 'Ru's up

Verse 35: ?:

Woop woop, I won't stop being a Blood
Prep gang, Woop gang in the cherriest Chucks (P'd up)
Motherfuckers they can eat up some slugs
Bang dissed it, to the Jungles, niggas know what it does (SUWOO)
But it's Blood, it's Funk love (Funk love), it's Suwoop gang (SUWOO)
I hit the trunk at the club, now the mood changin'
Anybody fire it up, the squirter put him out
Blood gang brought the white when you a fuckin' tramp, yeah

Verse 36: ?:

LA Woops, Piru down with the Mob
LA Leakers, Cabbage Patch all from Boston Boulevard
510, we like Elms Street we got them ready Lugers
Don't get caught in the views, if you owe someone [?] them
Off the [?] and the Pans, Avalons at the light
Kelly's Park is to the left, Scottsdale's on the right
Deuce-18 Westside Piru, bang past dark
And the only other Funk hood is Eastside Scott Park
From the corner of Westside [?], to bam-bam put yo' number
Waterfront, East Side Pain, Motown, Blood, but you wonder
Piru love off, gangstas gots to come ruthless
I'm a Pi' 'til I die, I'm a 'Ru 'til I'm toothless
From the G's, to the babies, from the YGs to the Elms
Keep Piruin', free all my killas locked in jail
Rest in Peace to the homie Hotdog, Bloody Mary this for you
I'mma Su 'til I die, and I'mma Woop 'til I'm through
Cherry red, burgundy, pushin' that Funkline
Don't say Cuz 'cause, Blood, this is Piru, all the time

Outro:

SU-SU-SUWOOP-SUWOOP!