The Bloods Follow

16 months in the pen now im fresh out
scars on my knuckles from the crabs that i socked out,
Sporting all red wit the bald head Pumpin lead with the infra-red,
leavin' Crabs all dead fresh red jays, bulls hat with the fubu,
Stand B'd up fool fuck wearin' boo-boo, West Side Killers claimin' Denver Avenue
And i aint gonna lie i fuck craB bitches to wit my hat on
i be in crab hood getting my gat on,
flue hat and flue strangs
you wont catch me with that on
but you can catch me at a party doin the blood walk
definitely dumb the Crab language, all I know is Blood talk
like Boda born nuts bandy boffee and bigarettes
Niggas and niggarettes, red rubber bands and berettes yeah
I'm sneakin' in Crab funerals like a spy
Just to see Crabs' momas cry

Give it up
WOOP! WOOp
We all down to bust
WOOP! WOOP!
If you bangin' nigga give it up

And it's the type of shit gon' send me back to jail
for bustin' on niggas with Gauge shells
Fuck running I'ma bail
Attack you with it, slap you with it
Take your money and cap you with it
Tell your girl I'ma mack you with it
White and red pearl
Cadillac you with it
Face to face I might shake you with it
I'm on prairie with it
red star 77 wit the cherry in it
red paint cross them out on the dairy wit it
Bloods is gangster cause Crabs is scary with it

Give it up
WOOP! WOOp
We all down to bust
WOOP! WOOP!
If you bangin' nigga give it up

I just got to the hood
And I already heard some bad news
The homie just got shot at by some Crab foo's
We 'bout to get these nigga's back, grab the Mac, we about to go
fuck van ess and catch this buster niggas on the road
Or maybe route
On western
At the liquor store
We about to catch them while they slippin' and just kill'em though
i hate crabs on Ave's i love that Flame color
And represent with only real motherfuckers
no buster allowed
You know about this gangster shit
Bustin' on niggas that hate the gang I'm hangin' with
Niggas wearing the wrong colors gettin' tossed up
can't roll if you aint gonna bust
if I die - bury me
Hang my balls in the tree on F-I-G
If they fall
Take a bite
I bet you they taste like a 109th

Give it up
WOOP! WOOP!
We all down too bust
WOOP! WOOP!
Red strings in my Chucks
Henneby
And a gang of weed
And a proper-ass bitch to skeet

One-two aint no buckles in my shoes
Just bright red strings, sportin' Dickies that hang
Joy riding off P.T. in my momma car wit my Dawgs
jumpin' out sockin' Crabs out on D.P.
Dirty Chucks in the jail house
Quick to push up this situation now it dips and push ups
They get pumped up
To run up and get socked up
Back on with the hood locked up
B-Braze, 9 french braids
Red strings, Figueroa gang
Tired of y'all niggas tryin' to bite the WOOP
So I'm dumpin' out on you fools out the projects deuce (two)

I'm a G-ride drivin', C-K Ridin'
FAMILY Blood bangin'
Fuck what you claimin'
Aimin' 4-5's and 9's
Throwin' gang sign
with the infra-red beam Blood
Get 'em everytime

Give it up
WOOP! WOOP!
We all down too bust
WOOP! WOOP!
Red strings in our Chucks
Henneby
And a gang of weed
And a proper-ass bitch to skeet..

(i did this quick there is some misspelling but most words r just Blood slang