Two Clips - Intellectual

[Hook: Kobe]

This is the gun, this is the war

This is the life we fightin' for

This is the block where we hustle to survive

So this is the goal, the end of our life

This is the feeling of hunger inside

Oh my lord, what have I done this time

It's one Blood, it's one Crip

It's two guns, and two clips

Shots rang out, the block better duck

Daddy was a [br?], [?] was a blood

'Nuff' man 'a die from the slug of a foolish man

Time never stops, world keeps spinning

Folks'll keep living, born in the gang shit, but dude never gave in

Money was a hoopa, 'bout to be a Hoosier

Starting two-guard, hit the winning shot against Crenshaw

Celebrating with some groupies, trying to unsnap the bra

Letterman jackets, smiling for the dips

Wrong territory with some blood thirsty Crips

Black hoody walks up, navy blue chucks

Loc'in up, throwin' up a set, and what not

Shermed out, eyes half closed burnt out

With the burner on his hip, that he gripped and pulled out

Dude recognized him as his life flashed his eyes

The same nigga that lost his son in a drive-by

Executed by his older brother, killed his two year old son and grazed his baby mother

You know no bad deed goes unheard of

The Blood, his older brother caught news of murder

Gassed, his whole family feeling the turmoil

Revenge, the death of the closest nigga to you

Grabbed one gun, one clip, keys to the Chevy whip

Accelerating through the street, shoulder with a chip

Hollow points, I let 'em rip, bodies droppin' gettin' hit

Karma coming quick from killin' that damn kid

Got the killer sittin' on the hood of his car

Lookin' like he was waiting, prepared for the war

Car in park, hopped out ready to tan

Niggas, but he squeezed the trigger, the gun jammed

The Crip just laughed, as if the scene was planned

Cocked and aimed at the Blood with his right hand

You shoot my bitch, I kill your loved one

Nigga, you kill my son, you meet my gun

An eye for an eye, a Blood for a Crip

The streets of L.A. ain't made for no bitch