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Red flag, red flame, this that Red City
Ask them East Coast boys, sh*t ain't been pretty
Caught a Grape lackin’, made his shirt look like spaghetti
All that blue talk gon’ have you sleepin’ where it's deadly
F**k a Rollin’ anything, we pop tires
Crip tears fallin’ when we lightin’ up fires
Slide through Carson, ain't no choir
Just choppers singin’, Brimz bringin’ that wire
Blue hats turn to red spots on the ground
Big guns talk loud, I don’t argue, I just sound
Every Crip set dead, that’s the wave I’m on now/