MAX - Gang Life lyrics

[Hook: Tony Yayo] What that Blood life be like? What that Crip life be like? What's that Vice Lord life like? What's the G.D. life like? Put in work, this initiation Put in work, this initiation Put in work, this initiation Put in work, this initiation [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] It's a sunny day in Southside, my man got tossed Got his brains blew out on the handball court Word is T said suttin' to Craig's baby-momma Craig got upset, and shot him with the Llama Craig in the cut, Blood n***as put him up Plane in PA, land casual wit' a s*ut And he still walk around with the semi that k**ed T He let his big bro push and re-up in Philly What little do we know 'bout his Philly connect That n***a T had fear bleed, he'll filll he correct Craig re'd-up once, Craig re'd-up twice Sour Diesel, two pounds, everything look nice But the third time, suttin' fishy, the n***a Izzy And two goonies, the roof loony The Mac extended, Craig ran off like the Jamaicans in the Olympics Jumped out the window when he got into British [Hook: Tony Yayo] [Verse 2: French Montana] Blood life, Crip life, G.D, Vice Lord Rodgers, Tookie, Hoover, Larry yo Them El Salvador, Ms-13 n***as bangin' Only 13 Vice Lords love me like Jeff Gorde, if a n***a ask for it Hit him from the back, put his brains on the dashboard They say OG Mack, brung the Bloods to the East around 9-3 In C-7-3 Crips and G.D rep the 6 Bloods and Vice Lords rep the 5 OG Puddin, Corey bangin' them 46 Clover Boy n***as do they thang Get shot for your flag on the wrong pocket You wanna know when them Coke Wave n***as droppin' For my n***a Yay, shoot a n***a face off In broadday, and tell 'em it's Coke Wave [Hook: Tony Yayo] [Verse 3: Max B] I don't know what it is to be Blood or Crip but I twerk n***a it's the Silver Surf Got my lil' Gain Greene soldiers on deck They waitin' to take j**els, they waitin' on the plate of food Wait to make a move when I say so Prego fallin' from the sky, laying all the baller guys All of I, naw n***a, you can't have none of the boss, Bigga Leave a n***a corpse to quiver Frost and shivers, let's get that n***a in the Benzy gleamin' The boy P.O. deliver Pieces all fresh out the factory, courtesy of streets, I'm blessed My momma couldn't said it the best Started 1090's out in Trenton And I ain't even Blood, I'm a dentist possibly facing a life sentence I bet ship set out Streets is saying I got a so-called hit out Get out [Hook: Tony Yayo]