No surprise I’m from a gangbang culture
But we can keep it civil or pull a thang thang on you
Southern California where the sun don’t quit
And to generational gang so sons don’t quit
But immediately you see that the problems that’s in my city
Are secondary to what’s propelling it in my city
I mean really break it down, take 4 black and brown
Edu-Educate them poor, take the jobs from out the town
The innundate them with sedative drugs and dumb tv
Lock them to a zoo and hunted daily by the police
Then you get a group of you to know they don’t belong
Then they gather up and organize a number up strong
You see the failure isn’t see another problem made the gang
It’s the situation in the communities what we hang
So I’m so pro gang it might scare a motherfucker
Cause I fix the misconceptions that the enemies are brothers

[Hook]
Bang on the setup, bang on the setup, bang on the setup
Upset the setup
Bang on the setup, bang on the setup, bang on the setup
Homie, we’ve been setup

I tell them, I went from a street gang thing
Then I joined the military fleet marine force thing
From a little bitty gang in the south of los angeles
To dragging bodies out of they house to help a government
Who hell bent on keeping money spent on the missiles
The reality’s the difference between them shits is little
We had the objective of arming up over money
And they had the objective of arming up over money
And we told kids join us we the truth
Lies about protection our block to get recruits
Then we find out we getting killed for a hood
And we don’t own a single spec of dirt on that hood
Whether in the zone down south in Decatur
Or in the flat lands off of Lennox and La Brea
Or in the low rise project in Chicago
Big money come in and buy up our body

Throw your sets up, we bout to upset the setup
Upset the setup, upset the setup
Throw your sets up, we bout to upset the setup
Upset the setup, upset the setup

I do it for the crips and the blooders,
Bgf brothers, the real "Freeway" Ricky Ross and Chris Gutters
I do my thing for hoover, I represent for force
So my folk and my people throw they set to support
Support will mean the magic, she might say the shot
So maybe next summer no mama gotta cry
Cause maybe next summer nobody gotta die
Hell, even if we fail, somebody gotta try
Only way the system move, is somebody gotta lie
And the lie they told us old, they base it on your race
They separate you black, you brown, you yellow and white face
And we further separate by joining gangs…
Then out neighborhoods are now in war like we are separate states
So the police occupy our hood to keep down all the drama
So at starbucks they just built this comfortable for soccer mamas
And American apparel comfortable for all the hipsters
And it’s zero tolerance for all you spics and you niggas
And you chinks and you crackers
And it ain’t about who whiter and it ain’t about who blacker
But the money is a factor
And the factor is the factories got moved up out the hood
When starvation is present and absent is the job
A man will simply starve, oh he will form a mob
If you should form a mafia, then you should think Sicilian
Buy the hood for real, every block, every building
Feed the children, gang bang, on the system
Feed the children, gang bang, on the system.


                          Thanks to erisian23 for correcting these lyrics