{"Mustard on the beat, hoe"}
[Chorus One: The Game]
Maybe I should iron out my flag
(My flag, my flag, my flag, my flag)
Maybe I should put another crease in it
(Crease in it, crease in it, crease in it)
Maybe I should iron out my flag
(My flag, my flag, my flag, my flag)
If you gang bangin who you beefin with?
(Beefin with, beefin with, beefin with)
[The Game]
I know, your baby never hurt nobody
But he got his a** smoked at that Mustard party
O.G. Blood, e'rybody know me
When I came in with the little homies
Skeme!
[Skeme]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
That n***a Duke just moved a house in yayo
And you know I keep gunners on the payroll
I even f**ed with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young general these n***az gotta spray for
You f** around and catch 20 out this Range Rove'
Mane that beef sh** is what a n***a made fo'
I open fire on her open mouth, case closed
Came in this b**h with Chuck Taylor screamin f** haters
Bad b**h I'ma f** later, tryna touch paper
In a six-trey rag goin brazy up the ave
What I'm drinkin got me thinkin, n***a maybe I should iron out my
[Chorus One] w/ ad libs
[Jay 305]
It's anybody k**a, that's for anybody n***a
Mainline, waistside, Westside n***a
f** peace, this for Crenshaw Kings
Sockin out n***az, f** is y'all mean?
Low-key's on drop, give a f** you with yo' momma
When it's on it's on; pop it like a bottle of Patrn
Then lay back with a b**h
n***a this is Westside, Jay 3-0-Fifth
No gimmicks, go get it
[Mitchy Slick]
I went from won't stop bein a Blood to Gangland
To my dope kicked in, locked up in a strange land
So when they be like, "Slick, why we don't see you on TV or nothin?"
sh**, I'm still tryin get off the gang injunction
Cause when it come to this pen, I'm amongst the elite
You can do a whole damu documentary on just me
Call it "The Life of a 100% Real Whooper"
They did it for the grams, moves and the hush
Yeah dat!
[Chorus One] w/ ad libs
[Joe Moses]
J.M. huh!
I put the woop in the woop like my DLB's
All I know is VNG's and FTB's
I ran fades back to back, that's on STB
And if you claimin you a Blood, sh** you better know me
Big homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty"
I was 11 years old with a motherf**in .50
I got love for certain n***az, I've been doin this since knee-high
And you ain't a real Blood if you didn't bang at the B-hive
[RJ]
Westside A hats, back in a straight jacket
Mister L.A. back, free my 8 track
Middle of July, I'm just tryin bring a Maybach
Whole city ridin, I ain't even did a Dre track
n***a this Athens, made the game mad
So East Coast n***az be like "Cuz, you crackin"
n***az ain't goin hard, as you should stop rappin
I'ma be the street rider 'til the casket
Black run the mag
[Chorus One]