[Verse 1] 
Now some claim gangsta rap's the CNN of the streets 
But it's used as an excuse to pretend over beats 
So I'ma lend my speech to all within my reach 
To tell what really goes on from cells to the streets 
Now in LA as you know there's a war going on 
And it's been going on since before I was born 
Though the undisputed origin has yet to be formed 
It all used to boil down to the red and the blue 
But that got [bad word] up as the many led the few 
Now there's bloods killin' bloods and crips killin' crips 
That's niggas killin' niggas they play kickball with 
It ain't as simple as it was way back in '86 
Let me give an example of some ol' MURS [bad word] 
My sect of mid-city is livin' on the edge 
'cause there's four gangs at war and none of them wear red 
Any new car or face could mean bloodshed 
Which led to the other night, I'm in my girl's Bug, right 
I'm bout to hit the block to see who's chillin' on the spot outside 
When I put it in park, the homey got a SK aimed at my ride 
So I step out slowly, 'body no one fear 
He yells, that's Murs I see his beard from here 
But I told this whole story just to make things clear 
So it don't seem weird when I tell ya this here 
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Last night I almost got shot on my block 
Not the block where I live at, the block where I chill at 
Where I keep it real at, and used to pack steel 
At times I feel it's the spot I'll get killed at 

[Verse 2] 
Now in the entertainment industry they have sweeps weeks 
But it's Thursday in my hood when they sweep them streets 
whole fleet of the task that they simply call CRASH  [bad word] Resources Against Street Hoodlums 
If anyone should ask what the acronym reflects 
Put into effect to try to keep the gangs in check 
Now they're just another gang out bangin' they set 
Known for stirring up some [bad word] when your hood is at peace 
The only pig I know dying to create beef 
But let me get on with my story so that all of y'all can peep 
Once again I'm on my block right, known as Cloverdale 
Playin' 2K2 while I'm talkin' on my cell well 
While I'm inside eyes glued to the screen 
CRASH rolls on my homies with the Thursday routine 
What's your name, where you goin', where you been, where you from 
We say the same thing while they just play dumb 
We don't gang-bang we got J-O-B's 
Still they make 'em turn around and get down on they knees 
Me, I'm screamin' in the house I just won by three 
So when [bad word] out on the porch to tell the [bad word] and see 
I see 'em on the ground and I'm like, god [bad word] 
Plus I got this black Nextel phone in my hand 
They both yell freeze, guns aimed at me 
And even though I drop my phone it's plain to see 
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[Verse 3] 
It was a 2 month tour that ended in Japan 
So the first day back I had to spend it with my fam 
That night I was goin' down to holler at my folks 
Have a few beers, smoke, and share a few jokes so 
To the block I bail but when I got to the dale 
Everybody's on the porch lookin' distraught as [bad word] 
They start to tell me on how some fools from the other side 
just tried to kill T, he don't [bad word] with nobody 
Just be mindin' his biz 
So you have to understand what an explosive situation this Terry thing is 
My [bad word] never gang-banged a day in his life so  [bad word]  with him is not a way to earn stripes 
But a way to get wiped off the [bad word]  planet 
I don't claim to be a killer with a heart made of granite 
But try to kill my best friend and it's on goddammit 
I had the big homey roll me over to my place 
So I could pick up this nine I kept just in case 
of some [bad word] like this, a box of hollow-tips 
I slipped back to the block with the