[BLOODY MARY] Now in the Bity of Bompton LIME HOOD is down with the ?Bomp? HOLLY HOOD and CROSS ATLANTIC off of Bompton Boulevard Every town has an ELM STREET but not a Freddy Krueger Don't get caught In the JUNGLE's or a Park called LUEDERS On Rosecrans pass Oleander at the light TREE TOP is to the left, FRUIT TOWN is on the right One by one the WESTSIDE PIRUs slay past dark And the only other Blood hood is CAMPANELLA PARK HACIENDA, SWANS and BOUNTY HUNTERS'll call ya number ROLLIN' 30's and 20's OUTLAWS, SIXX DEUCE BRIMS will put you under CABBAGE PATCH, CENTER PARK, HARVARD PARK, ATHENS PARK too SCOTTSDALE, NEIGHBORHOOD, HAWTHORNE, WATERFRONT, all Pirus L.A. DENVER LANES, there's mo' in Pasadena AVENUES, BLOOD STONE, INGLEWOOD FAMILY The PUEBLOS, BLOOD STONE VILLIANS, BLACK P. STONE CIRCLE CITY and EASTSIDE BISHOPS got it goin' on With the ?Ingies? QUEEN STREET, V.N.G's ain't no stoppin' `em VILLAGE TOWN, EASTSIDE PAIN, CRENSHAW MAFIA BE-BOP WATTS, CITY STONES and the SKYLINES Don't say Cuz 'cause Blood, this is Piru all the time
[REDRUM 781] Now - the settin is in the muthafuckin' oneway Niggas banged up, meetin' up on a Sunday Run across the street just to get some brews and shit Well, what do you know? A nigga slippin' wearin' flue and shit It's on, I take the flag out my pocket, then Wrap it around my knuckles make a fist And lock it Deposit a blow to the jaw as I bank him Break a phoney on top of the counter then I shank him Leave him layin' in the color he hates the most But it don't matter now Cause he's a gangbangin' ghost Crab is the meat on my menu Piru is the gang Hell, I was been through But I'm a soldier to the very end I hate Crabs with the passion, my attitude is grim, so I slip clips in the automatics Niggas wanna roll through No, I ain't havin' it The homies are down and the girls are obedient Crabs ain't nathin' but gumbo ingredients Steadily gettin' dip addin' dogs to the roster What d'you call a ugly Crip? What? A c-monster
[BLOODY MARY] Piru is Crip in reverse, put the C's on his back Your egg shell-lobster lie-ass face is gonna crack Crip: beware of the truth, the gitty-gitty Glock tick-tock Crabs I stop Piru, yo Your momma can suck a dogs dick and die, chicken Little Crab scared of the red apples fallin' from the sky D-Rock and Eightball E-Ricket Blood was shed A-C-N-D Another Crab nigga dead Oh muthafuckin' well punk bitches Come over to my place I take You on little trip, it Starts with the R Ends with E-P* *IT MEANS R.I.P* The riverbed you be lookin' up at me Crab-ass ho's They get the fuckin' middle Niggas think its a joke It ain't no muthafuckin' riddle You rat pack or get packed right in a box, sent to Your dead homies, momma right down to the block Niggas felt like they hard and then they gon' try check me I finna let your ass know You need to respect me Cause although you ain't sayin' shit You gettin' on my nerves Fluster-ass flue-wearin' niggas gettin' served