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

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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.