The Bloods

I don't know how to rap, want no match.

Dont know how to rhyme, wont take any time.

when i just go wit da flow, my results grow.

so y'all should know, im bout to go in.

Been walkin round town all cool an shit, then some nigga creep up on me

rich as shit

I look at dis motherfucker head to toe, then partook in what he was

about to bestow

 

Nigga offered me to join his gang, bunch of fuckin crips, in a

fuckin van.

They hollered at me to get in, but instead, i said imma red.

These Crips got upset, clips reset.

started shootin at me until i was dead.

head red, spread on the ground, unknown to my niggas i aint gonna be around.

 

Van takes off, as with the crips, Fuck them niggas with they fuckin grips.

A moment later one of my own came along, my head on the ground with a

hole the size of a ping pong.

He gathered up the Bloods, and chased down those cribs,

fucking dem niggas up i have to admit.

While i watch the bloods from above

I see they've won, the battle that just begun

 

This was just the beginning to something more fierce and grim

The war between the Crips and the Bloods