Artist: Nipsey Hussle f/ Coby Supreme, Glasses Malone, Jay Rock Album: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 3 (Mixtape) Song: We Gangbangin Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus: Nipsey Hussle] I don't know What you done heard But were I'm from You might get served You might shoot back You might get cracked You might do life but That's just that cause We gang bangin [x8] [Coby Supreme] It might be The very last time you see ya family That's why I pray every time I go to sleep And every time I take a step up out the door Don't forget to grab the strap off the dressor Nigga Supreme you konw it's still a rap rock war That's mix the cain right That's wut the smokers fiend for Lord forgive me for I have sin I still chipped the nigga and walk off with a grin My kids is thirsty they'll merk ya They'll hurt ya They'll dirt ya They'll work ya Over kill ya And fill yo ass up with 100 muhfuckin shots [Chorus] [Jay Rock] L.A. is were we bang Niggas know wut it is Disrespect a smith and wesson catch a whole to ya wig Got love from blue rags Ride with my red rags If you got a problem with that you get yo toe tagged Look I'm down for my turf Steady puttin in work Better watch what you say Ge yo face on a shirt Look I'm strapped when I ride See the gats in my ride Fully auto loaded if you don't bust back then you die I react when I'm high See the red from my eyes All my goons is thirsty they kill for the piece of the pie This is not a surprise Nigga this how we live Rivals poppin they lips Then we pop in a clip [Chorus] [G. Malone] I'm a mad ass eastside BG ridah And fuck any trick who don't like it Bet they faint when they see the heat I ride with Guaranty ya leave these bitch niggas silenced So who you side with We better get along If you don't get it right I gotta do you wrong That's the code of the streets shit they been the same And I live by the code and we keep the gang Can't pass the class of life unless you cheatin mane And niggas ain't give me passes when they seen the range They let the heaters aim ride up on the side of me That type of shit bring the southern street up out of me They try to leave yo nigga wetter than pastrami meat So I pull triggas give these fakes lobotomies Cause I'm a ridah babe With a lot of change And enough juice to turn you fuckas into rottamane [Nipsey Hussle] We gang bangin [until end]