You think all of Americas problems are with are forces over seas
hell, the true havoc lies right hear in the streets
in the hearts of Oakland, V8, and Watts
were you go to sleep afraid of stray gun shots
but theres two gangs that rule the streets with a passion
they names is the bloods and the crips
b and c finger flashin
but f**k the bloods
and f**k the crips
f**k the police the true cause of this s**t
cause if you had'nt been bangin the youths heads up against cars
the gangs wouldnt have so much f**kin firey starch

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