True Colors/It's On - The Game

- True Colors

This ain't nothing, nigga. All this gang banging shit - It ain't nothing, homie. It ain't nothing. I'd give it up homie. I'm in this shit for a purpose, man. I got a reason, dude, to get up out of this shit, nigga. All that shit ain't nothing, homie. Ask yourself; what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now, what two colors are, did we pick? I'm talking about we as black people. What two colors? Think about it. We picked red and blue. What's left? White. (Damn right, nigga. We killing each other, homie.)

I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'

King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin'

Livin' life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse

Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose

Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter

My daddy was from Nutty Blocc, my uncle was from Nutty Blocc

My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?

Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister

Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture

Cutlass outside on D's, you think it wasn't

15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin'

My parents 'bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In

Halfway through the movie, her stomach start throbbin'

My pops start panickin', moms in the passenger seat

Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin

Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out

"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom skrt'd out

80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer King

Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing

Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it

Gang bangin' my family got torn in it, all over

Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)

Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)

Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here

My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high chair

Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'

Cousin's loadin' Louis Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon

Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes

Pops used to tell me: "Son, don't you ever be like me

The Bloods want to kill me, the cops'll never catch me

And when you gang bangin', life's shorter than Joe Pesci"'

Then one night my pops came home off heroin

Shit changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him

Molested my sister that night cause she was scared

I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't there

It was late night, 2AM, my mother at work

My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt

Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs

Turned on the light and everything was red

I'm surrounded by

Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)

Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)

Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seein' things

Playin' with them birds like Magic, we was the dream team

Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean

Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green screen

Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed

Red bandana in my pocket, how you hide those?

Larry Nickel's crack spot, my brother got me servin'

Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey

Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas, 40 sippin' on these niggas

If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you nigga

But the Crips would never lay down, they thought that it was they town

We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds

Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip school

I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?

26 dead homies and 2 dead brothers

Compton is a cold motherfucker, niggas dyin' over

Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)

Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

My colors, colors, colors (yeah boy!)

- It's On

It's on I take the flag out my pocket

Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

It's on I take the flag out my pocket

Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

It's on I take the flag out my pocket

Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

It's on I take the flag out my pocket

Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

These rappers gimmicks, fuck an image

Straight out of Baldwin Village

If it's any real activity I'm in it, in the midst of the fiction

Still had a vision, look I never gave up

Game put me on this song and I fucked around and came up

I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so I'ma do it for them

Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., Tiny M

It's a struggle first, blessin' last

Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I passed

Kept it active for my son, he know his daddy ain't a bitch

Been bangin' all my life, now I'm just tryna get rich

This shit is drastic, my flow bashin' on rappers I'm flowin' after

The cabbage is all that matters, I'm laughin', these niggas cowards

It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby

Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead body

I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan

Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and

It's on I take the flag out my pocket