G3ng : L1fe

All my shootaz speak Korean,
you’re gonna need subtitles when we question you.
All my brothers tote gunz,
my nation put ‘em in their hands to kill you.
All my homies feel me when I say
this whole country’s just one big hood,
the border is just one big curb,  
ripe for stomping you.

All my boyz are taught
to run up on our ops,
be it by land, sea, or gat.
Red vs blue,
conflict outta the gate,
check it,
it’s on our flag.
 
My leader is a Blood,
no wonder
he refuses to live in a Blue House.
No cap.
No worry.
He’ll probably be out.
Either as a dead president,
or sentenced to life
like the last four alive.

All my killaz salute!
Crip walk everywhere- but spell it with a KR next time.
Flaunt your gang signs!
And don’t you ever forget
when they tried to take it the last time.

All my patriots know,
from my parents to my neighbors,
to my enemies and my friends.
To be Korean is to be at war with everyone.

Even against your own gang.