Blood Niggaz

[Verse 1: Menace] Fresh out the Pyrex spot, red Chucks on Red beam on the Glock, so you better get your duck on Blood in, Blood out, that's how I get my thug on No smile on my face, that's how I get my mug on Keep that 40 cal on my waist, I get my slug on Eastside fools gang, that's how I get my Blood on Blood know what it is when I got my red cap on Not from the Nolia but everybody get they clap on Sippin', sittin' sat, red Kool-Aid pack The big homie Dub just came home, 'bout to get it crackin' Yeah, don't mix gang-bangin' with this rap shit My niggas bananas, red bandanas when they clap shit Red rags around they face in traffic Lookin' like George Bush never found Bin Laden Rick James used to let me drive his lowrider Bloods in Miami and I ain't talkin' bout Flo Rida [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Got my nigga Streets in here with me Bloods down south, guns in your mouth Eat these fuckin' bullets, and shit them bitches out I'm talkin' Blood nigga shit, Menace what it do? I keep a red bitch, I call her Damu I'm sayin' "soowoo" to the hive You know what I'm bangin' bout Pistol in my sock, if I run I'll blow a ankle out I body these beats, body bag in the booth Red flag around the rear view mirror in the coupe Oops, I meant the boupe I'm smokin' on the sloop And they know my group, more bloods than the loop Blood I'm too high, I'mma have to stoop And if you think you fly, I'mma shoot your parachute Hat to the right, flag to the same side Weezy F Baby and the F is for flames, five No homo, big B's nigga Blood game homie, bleed nigga [Verse 3: Mitchy Slick] That's why we decked in all green because we LPBs Down here in Salty D where Damus roam free The capital for soo-woopin's the planet of southeast And this ain't no offshoot city we been in since the 70's And since I've been around ain't shit about protected communities I wanted to be down the homies sent me on shootin' sprees Now where I'm from if you ain't did that you ain't no Blood Just like if you ain't washed no niggas you ain't no judge He say "soowoo" in his raps that don't mean shit You didn't do nothin' when your homie got lit up by them Crips And the main thing that show that y'all ain't no Blood Is when you come to San Diego y'all don't hit me up This is not rap shit, Mitchy's really been active Blood niggas from bross bountry make sure they get at him Legendary in the cherry spur with Spalding guts Yeah, I still got on Dickies, I won't change Now I'm just a ballin' Blood