This is a song about "Bloods crips squad homies"

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

That's not my hustle if i did i probably, would've made empty them clips from the crips

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

They bringing me fish and chips

Gang banging with bloods and crips

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

I'm ballin you niggas is arliss so watch this

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

The squad on lock no key

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Homies could get they dividends

845 brick squad on the track/

Sneak up on attack