Crips N' Bloods

The Crips and the Bloods are fighting out in the streets

The Crips and the Bloods are fighting with their meat

They're like, this is my block, but it's the other one's block

The Crips and the Bloods are slapping each other with their cocks

Oh the Crips and the Bloods, fighting over territory

Oh the Crips and the Bloods, fighting over Chichael

In the streets of the Bronx, they're shooting each other with guns

In the streets of O-Block, they pop each other with the glocks

The Crips and the Bloods, believe it or not, the Crips are not crippled

They're just called that, I don't know why, but they like to wear blue