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No surprise I'm from a gangbang culture But we can keep it several pull a thang thang on you Southern California where the sun don't quit And to generational gang so sons don't quit But immediately you see that the problems that's in my city Are secondary to what's propelling it in my city I mean really break it down, take 4 black and brown Educate them poor, take the jobs from out of town The emendate them with sedative drugs and dumb tv Lock them to a zoo and hunted daily by the police Then you get a group of you to know they don't belong Then they gather up and organize a number up strong You see the failure isn't see another problem made the gang It's the situation in the communities what we hang So I'm so pro gang it might scare a motherfucker Cause I fix the misconceptions that the enemies are brothers [Hook] Bang on the setup, bang on the setup, bang on the setup Upset the setup Bang on the setup, bang on the setup, bang on the setup Homie, we've been setup I tell them, I went from a street gang fiend Then I joined the military feed marine for a sting From a little bidy gang in the south of los angeles To dragging bodies out of they house to help a government Who hell bid on keeping money spent on the missiles The reality's the difference between them shits is little We had the objective of arming over money And they had the objective of arming up over money And we told kids join us we the truth Lies of our protection now are back to give recruits Then we find out we getting killed for a hood And we don't own a single spec of dirt on that hood Whether in the zone down south in the cater Or in the flat lands off atlantics in , Or in the low rise project in Chicago Big money come in and buy up our body Throw your sets up, we bout to upset the setup Upset the setup, upset the setup Throw your sets up, we bout to upset the setup Upset the setup, upset the setup I do it for the creeps and the blooders, Bgf brothers, the real,from ricky ross and chris gutters I do my paper hoover, I represent for force So my folk and my people throw they set to support Support will mean the magic, she might say the shot So maybe next summer no mama gotta cry Cause maybe next summer nobody gotta die Hell, even if we fail, somebody gotta try Only way the system move, is somebody gotta lie And the lie they told us oh, they base it on your race They separate you black, , yellow and white face And we further separate by joining gangs, Then out neighborhoods are now in war like we are separate states So the police occupy our hood to keep down all the drama So at starbucks they just built this comfortable for soccer mamas And American apparel com to both for all the, And it's zero tolerance for all you speaks and you niggas And you chicks and you crackers And it ain't about who whiter and it ain't about who blacker But the money is a factor And the factor is the factor, we just got moved out the hood When starvation is present and absent is the job A man will simply starve, oh he will form a mob If you should form a mafia, then you should think Sicilia By the hood for real, every block, every building Feed the children, gang bang, on the system Feed the children, gang bang, on the system. |