Lyrics Activate - Twisted Insane

I woke up on the morning, with my breathe still stankin'
On the corner with a bunch of niggas that's gang bangin'
The homie came up to me sayin', "listen to this"
I said, "who made the beat, blood, it sound like shit"
Hit the parking lot, where the dice game's brackin'
Showed my heat just to let 'em know that I was strapped and...
Ready fo' whatevah so don't try no dumb shit
Yes, I'd like to scrap or we can get into gun shit
Broke up on the hip and got back in the
Caught a nigga slippin', so I said "fuck it"
That's the same nigga that kissed the one bitch
Imma beat if that nigga wanna kiss the gun clip
Step to the nigga with the 2-2-3 (sup nigga)
Blinded that busta with the bright juice drink
Nigga, you know who I am, you know what this is about
But I'd rather put the strap down than knock blood out (yeah!)
I spit fo' the Bloods and the Crips of the West
The niggas that roll with the bullet-proof vests
Cause it's wicked in the city that I come from nigga
And it's banged the fuck out with the Uzi trigger
(Gun cocks)