Flags

Mama, don't cry for me, Papa, don't feel bad
Code of the streets that I gotta keep
They bang so we bang back
So I rep my hood, my city, my borough, thoroughly
That's all I have, yeah, oh, yeah

Father, if you're still listening
We hope our prayers make it up to heaven
And if we fall then we're not forgotten
Don't let our lil' brothers end up like we did

Let 'em grow up and get a job
Don't let 'em grow up behind bars, tryna be hard
Oh, Father, can you swiffen my feet?
Reppin' the wrong color on the wrong street with no heat
Rocking Dickies and Chukkas, bandannas, my brothers
Haters or lovers, we still got each other
We twist our hands up and pull our pants up
Walk this way throw your flag and your set-up

Mama, don't cry for me, Papa, don't feel bad
Code of the streets that we gotta keep, they bang so we bang back
So we rep our hood, our city, our borough, so thoroughly, that's all we have
You gotta cook beef or you don't eat, that's why we fly our flags

I heard you mob and you're moody, you jacking for jewelry
You bangin' and beastin' with your tats and your toolies
Banging for bounty you're too young for the 90's
Were you dumping with the G-Reps or jumped-in in the county?
Shootin' by the roof and scrapin' is what's happenin'
Niggas real and 'bout it so "ooraah" and they crackin'
If you going out tonight get your pistol and your rifle
Pray to the Father and sell your soul to the cycle

You coming, nigga? Listen, no bouncing, ain't no bitching
Cooking by the kitchen, flags and finger flipping
Living without growing, killing without blowing
This gang is a gun, it's either given or chosen
Trying to get the trigger strapped, trying to get these niggas back
Worst part of the deal it won't help bring our nigga back
Tell your babies that you love her, kiss your mama before you leave her
Hug her like you need her, 'case this is the last time you see her

Mama, don't cry for me (eh), Papa, don't feel bad
Code of the streets that we gotta keep, they bang so we bang back
So we rep our hood, our city, our borough, so thoroughly, that's all we have
You gotta cook beef or you don't eat, that's why we fly our flags

The streets are so slick, they're greasy, yes indeedy, feed the needy
Easy to murder if you're hungry or greedy, gang sets in graffiti
I mean, we mean like Idi Amin
I mean I finna' a track a treaty, take my warrants to Tahiti
Throw up your flags like soccer, nothing but war on TV
R.I.P Apache up in heaven in a platinum teepee
Aggressive is the message, no lessons without the effort
Bang bang, live by the gun, die by the gun, it's a flag thing

Mama, don't cry for me, Papa, don't feel bad
Code of the streets that we gotta keep, they bang so we bang back
So we rep our hood, our city, our borough, so thoroughly, that's all we have
You gotta cook beef or you don't eat, that's why we fly our flags

Mama, don't cry for me, Papa, don't feel bad
Code of the streets that we gotta keep, they bang so we bang back
So we rep our hood, our city, our borough, so thoroughly, that's all we have
You gotta cook beef or you don't eat, that's why we fly our flags