Maybe I should iron out my flag Maybe I should put another crease in it Maybe I should iron out my flag If you gang banging who you beefing with? I Know your baby never hurt nobody But he got his ass smoked at that Mustard party OG Blood, everybody know me when I came in with the little homies, Skeme! Get out the way yo, get out the way yo That nigga duke just moved a house in yayo And you know I keep gunners on the payroll I even fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo Young General these niggas gotta spray for You Fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro' Mane that beef shit is what a nigga made for I open fire on her open mouth, case closed Came in this bitch with Chuck Taylor's screaming fuck haters Bad bitch I'ma fuck later, tryna touch paper In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my - Maybe I should iron out my flag Maybe I should put another crease in it Maybe I should iron out my flag If you gang banging who you beefing with? Is anybody killing us, that's for anybody nigga Mainline, waistside, westside nigga Fuck peace, this for Crenshaw kings Suckin' out niggas, fuck is ya'll mean? Lowkey is on drop, give a fuck bout whatcho mama When it's on, it's on, pop it like a bottle of patron Then lay back with a bitch, man this is westside Jay 3-0 fifth No gimmicks, God damn I won't stop being a blood to gangland To my dope then kicked in locked up in a strange land So when they be like, "Slick, why we ain't see you on TV or nothin'?" Shit, I'm still tryin' get off the gang injunction 'Cause when it come to this been, I'm a monster to your leaf You can do a whole damu documentary on just me Call it "The Life of a Hundred Percent Real Whooper" They did it for the grams, moves and the hush Gah damn Maybe I should iron out my flag Maybe I should put another crease in it Maybe I should iron out my flag If you gang banging who you beefing with? I put the woop in the woop like my DLB's All I know is VNG's and FTB's I ran phase back to back, that's on STB And if you claimin' you a blood, shit, you better know me Big homie gave me a gun and said "It better be empty" I was eleven years old with a motha'fuckin' fifty I got love for certain niggas, I've been doing this since knee high Nehi And you ain't a real blood if you didn't bang at the beehive Westside AM, back in a straight jacket Mister LA back, free my A track Middle of July, I'm just tryin' bring a Maybach Whole city riding, I ain't even did a Dre track Nigga this [?], made the game mad So east coast niggas be like "Cuh, you crackin'." Niggas ain't goin' hard, as you should stop rappin' I'ma be the street rider till the casket Maybe I should iron out my flag Maybe I should put another crease in it Maybe I should iron out my flag If you gang banging who you beefing with? The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac I'm a real Compton Crip I hope you niggas get the message Leave them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on records Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the seaters After that, straight to the hood where them tanners holding theme heaters Look, sagging down the A-Line, war fuck it no play time Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang signs Homies still cooking them cops hop out with K9 Lot of rappers's callin' out names, nigga don't say mine The homies in the cut that's on E Some niggas bang the C some niggas bangin' the P I'm really in the streets you other niggas is weak On my mama and the hood, fuck around and Ya ass in peace Especially when The homies in the cut that's on E, niggas turnt up and we bout to hit the street The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack I said, the homies in the cut that's on E, down for whatever cuz the homies roll deep Finger on the trigger, bandana round the Mac Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'gnac