L.A. Story Pt. 2 (Freestyle/Tagbangerlude)

Lyrics

[Intro] Tagbanger, hahaha!! Non-fiction, true story [Verse 1] It was one of the last day of schools, I was chillin' The last day of a semester, I guess I hadn't had shit to do I seen these fools from another crew, I was like: which offence to get into? They said "come with us, we got in the lineup with blue ticket all the way" Up the hill, I'm not gon' say the name of the school 'cause this shit is real We got off the bus, saw some fools from another gang They had some blue rags, it was all cool and everythang They said they knew these fools I was with, it was trust They said they wanted to come with us and kick up dust We hopped the fence, got in, sat on they bench and Ready to get down, but as soon as we go to sit down Here come the 5-0, we hop and look around We get over the fence, I fell on top of a car, left dents Jumped up Kickin' it across the street when this girl roll up, and tried to bang We hit her up, she's like: "fuck yo' shitty ass gang", dang That bitch was hella down I didn't know what to do, so I gave these fools a pound Said "let's get somethin' to eat" They was like "cool", we walkin' up the street Then he turned and just bumped on the homie, he didn't know me I barely knew him, but he was standin', and had the chrome to his dome Ready to bust through his skin, I was like: "nah, I can't leave this fool" But then he turned around and said "motherfucker, why ain't you runnin', tryna play cool?" I was like: "hell, nah, I'm not dyin' today" I took a sprint, didn't know where I was at, somewhere around the way [*fades behind verse 2*] [Verse 2] Now there was another time I was victim of a crime In my own neighbourhood, I used to say "it's all good" But it wasn't, that time I got caught slippin' And I wasn't really on point, I was maybe off a joint or somethin' I had toked on a bus And now I was tryna loc' up on these fools that I didn't know But I thought I did, and this kid hopped off his bike ready to attack me Asked me where I was from And didn't exactly specify, where he was from So I hit him up, excuse me, I admit that was dumb But then he took one to the jaw, I was like "aww, naw" I never get my ass beat on my own block, this fool got mopped But then he, with some fools, came out the thistle Out the brown, out the woodworks, could these jerks stop stompin' me? Stallin', beatin' me like I had some stolen property of theirs I didn't care, I had a bald head, no hair They came with the bike helmet, and domed me I really wanted to go home and phone these fools that I knew So I got up and ran for my life, then got home And called my crew, they said "what you wanna do?" We went back around the block, and we walked up And then these fools started to chalk up and bitch up They was like "oh, what's up?" I didn't know you was down with such and such from such and such I was like: "dude, I really don't give a fuck" They said "please don't trip", went and picked up a stick I was 'bout to jack them niggas, it was eight of them niggas And it was three of us and no brick, we had no shit And then we get over on them, it was a beatin'... [*vocals fade to inaudible*]