(feat. Young Buck and C-Bo)



[Young Buck:]

I see all of these niggas with these rags in they pockets,

How many of 'em really bang

And where the fuck is you from and what the fuck do you claim



[Chorus: Young Buck]

You are not a gangsta you ain't from the hood

You twistin' up your fingers but you ain't ever stood

On this block where we put in work homie do your thang

This shit is not a game

Better watch what you claim



When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance

And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance



When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance

And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance



[Verse 1: Spider Loc]

Gang bangers!

Cuzz you can get mopped up for walkin like that

You ain't from nowhere so stop talkin' like that

You best pull your pants up and lose that rag

Or you 'gon make the Loc loc up and use that Mag

I'm shooter I keep fresh prints on the Glock

And you's a goofball the real fresh prince on the block

Pop imposters quick serve these bustas slugs

You ain't a Crip or a Blood naw just a thug

Niggas start Harlem Shakin' and get carried away

But bust a wrong move and you can get buried today

I stay in these streets gangbangin' with a black Mac

What happened to the baggy jeans and ya back pack?



[Chorus: Young Buck]

You are not a gangsta you ain't from the hood

You twistin' up your fingers but you ain't ever stood

On this block where we put in work homie do your thang

This shit is not a game

Better watch what you claim



When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance

And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance



When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance

And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance



[Verse 2: Young Buck]

If you ask me bangin' started on the West Coast

Way 'for a nigga ever heard of Death Row

I was out there me and my big cousin E

These Califonia streets ain't like Tennessee

But the hood ain't no different its the same old shit

Don't nobody talk when a nigga get hit

Fell in love with this life, started takin' them trips

I got a few Blood homies but I hang with Crips

Put in my work I'm stickin' to the g-code

I got my ass in that car and let that heat go

Let you tell it you a motherfuckin' OG

But they don't know you and niggas know me



[Chorus: Young Buck]

You are not a gangsta you ain't from the hood

You twistin' up your fingers but you ain't ever stood

On this block where we put in work homie do your thang

This shit is not a game

Better watch what you claim



When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance

And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance



When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance

And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance



[Verse 3: C-Bo]

I hustle on the block

Work my muscle with the pot

Touch the cash fast

Like 0 to 60 on the dash

My .38 Mag out the stash

As I roll past

Cause the Gucci bag got more cash you're ever gonna have

See I'm a gang banger

Neighborhood caine slanger

If I'm not a gang banger got caine caine slanger

I don't C-Walk to dance

Probablly if I chalked a man

I just hit a Ca$hville trap and made a hundred grand

I just made a nigga flat

That was the size of Shaq

I'll bat

On that half-a-stick sprayin' my Mac

Like when the homies attackin'

Then kills a top head

I might C-Walk in the club and spend top bread

Like yeah the block bled

Niggas ain't said a word

Now I sit in the perfect position for me to set a verb



[Chorus: Young Buck]

You are not a gangsta you ain't from the hood

You twistin' up your fingers but you ain't ever stood

On this block where we put in work homie do your thang

This shit is not a game

Better watch what you claim



When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance

And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance



When they Crip Walk it ain't a dance

And when they Blood Walk it ain't a dance