Thought I told he is soldier Must of been the shit that he sold ya Now he throwing gang signs, it’s over Uzi’s, 9’s magnum an revolvers True be crime an we that’s how we solve it Pull the pin and that’s how we throw it, Let it blow and watch the explosion. Oh how we like fuc-king corrosion Let me take a breath and decide what’s next Robby d watch ya chest Ya just took a death wish with the blessed Only joking you know what’s best. Ribbon just took 3 , to the neck You may need a bulletproof vest. Now we up for a real test Gun a whole block down, we guess People running for life, all stressed Gang Life has become a contest Ruby’s confess you need a rest.