No Color Bangin' (feat. Crvcc Weezy)

I remember red flags, tied on my face, nigga it's war time
My 4-5, got me cold, telling more lies
I told coach, put me in, you sitting court side
It's not, too many living, if we all ride
Since 2006, I carry full clips
Cause you can never know, who, still be on that bullshit
Never had a co-defendant, so you can't check the facts
7 9 3 Gangsta, wit niggaz bangin' that
Rollin 60's, neighborhood shit
Grape street watts, Mafia Crip
Shit really the same, nigga we all black
No matter if you poppin' a gun, or making a jaw crack.
Since south Ward still, I gave you conscious rap
But niggaz round the way been askin' where the Gutta at
Well here you go, just something you should know
Color bangin' in the south, don't happen no more
B hop, crip walk all the way to the dough
Fuck bitches, fuck police cuz they fuck us the most
I'm that type of slave that'll jumped off the boat
Keep it G, don't snitch, and always follow the code

What that red bout, wrong word and I'll pop ya
The ghetto been, divided and conquered
All these crackers see is black and that's all
They want us, all dead, no matter crippin' or dog
What that blue bout, wrong words get ya jaw cracked
Gang bang, drugs sells, car jack, we on that
Many things in common, murder informants
Befriend my enemy enemy on some war shit
No color Bangin

Befriend my enemies, enemies on some war shit, we floor shit
Gang bangin' trying to get on the Forbes list
More risk, we gotta take, don't pump ya brake
Hittin' corners, I did the time man fuck the race
Im coming from the south i'm talkin' Schley to the 40
Shout out my comrades and my cousins bangin' the 40's
If you're real don't ignore me, every hood got a story
On the road to the glory, when it rains it be pouring
Yeah, niggaz be fraud they ain't official
They wanna go to war, how we coming we toting missiles
Stepping to me wrong, that's foul, ref blow the whistle
Blunt filled with that strong, that's wild, you smoking pencils
Everybody tryna get paper
Either you trappin' or with the gang hittin' cappers
Run with the real no matter the flag or the flavor
You stunt you get killed now you have passed as a hater
This 9 will up shape ya, this life just might break ya
We came up in this game, yea we left and right makers
This 9 will up shape ya, this life just might break ya
We came up in this game, yea we left and right makers
Big bra told me to focus, see where this music can take ya
You know we still bangin', ya bitch a rat i'm gone rape her
Attach it to the board, I named my F&N a stapler
Every night I thank the lord but i'm Almighty, i'm the savior

What that red bout, wrong word and I'll pop ya
The ghetto been, divided and conquered
All these crackers see is black and that's all
They want us, all dead, no matter crippin' or dog
What that blue bout, wrong words get ya jaw cracked
Gang bang, drugs sells, car jack, we on that
Many things in common, murder informants
Befriend my enemy enemy on some war shit
No color Bangin