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(DO OR DIE) |
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I'm holdin' my 9 |
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Fillin' the clip with Teflon Tips, so |
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When I pull the trigger |
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It's penetratin' shit |
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I grab my gat and pull the trigger of the 9 |
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Shoot you in the head, it's gonna blow your fuckin' mind |
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I'm peelin' caps like monkey peels banana |
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A killer for hire |
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Just like ?? |
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Or spits up |
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Slobs be flamin' but my 9 is quicker |
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I'm crippin' for life so Slobs I'm gonna get ya |
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Uh, I'm bendin' corners, rollin' rowds in this cut |
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Drinkin' hurt and jerk |
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Smokin' on the blunt |
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Burnin' down, crippin' ain't easy yo hysteria |
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Watch slow, here I go, Slobs yellin': HIT THE FLOOR! |
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But it's too late cause I'm smokin' on some shit |
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Poppin' the trigger quick |
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And poppin' another clip |
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Poppin' the trigger quick |
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And poppin' another clip, it's that ?? gas |
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The fuckers bendin' corners again |
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Turn up the sound - feelin' |
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Act from the killin' bitch to park it |
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As I flee from the scene jump into my ride |
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And go through Martin Luther King till my nigga Sin |
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For him I'm all in |
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"... muthafuckin' bullet |
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I got your back |
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Goddamn right Cuz |
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You don't hear me though |
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Fuck all y'all Slobs |
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Puttin' in much work " |
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(BLUE RAG) |
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I'm deliverin' real in every form and characteristic |
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Layin' Slobs in their muthafuckin' casket |
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Puttin' in work cause my mind's gone |
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Lookin' on my chrome to blow for Slobs gone |
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And watch him bleed cause I careless |
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I don't give a fuck |
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I put you more in this chest |
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So beware of the nigga named Blue Rag |
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A crazy-ass Crip with a 4-4 Mag |
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So watch out cause I'ma get you too |
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Another Slob bites the dust, fool! |
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Put my pen through the paper |
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I'm holdin' Crip caper |
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To kill me a Slob |
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Mentally or taper |
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But if you want to go further than that |
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I get physical |
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And peel your muthafuckin' cap back |
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I give a fuck I want my sign throw |
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Just to let you know |
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For your muthafuckin' info |
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Trick-ass nigga |
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Remove the dread |
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You live a life longer |
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And one in the ?bed? (smoke him) |
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Cause I'm a trigga happy Crip straight Slobs killin' expert |
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Puttin' in much work |
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"Puttin' in work for the muthafuckin' Slob-ass niggas |
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Goddamn right |
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You know I'm sayin' |
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Right |
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Nigga Sin... |
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Hurtin' and all that... muthafuckers |
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Doin' dirt like that you know I'm sayin' nigga |
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This is Crips, ahaha " |
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(AWOL) |
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My nigga Sin got shot so I jumped in my '4 |
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Swoop around the corner then I'm aimin' for the window |
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I saw a shadow |
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The rival not the wrong one |
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It doesn't matter |
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So I just can smoke a Slob one |
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I heard the fingers, Slob's momas started runnin' out |
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I'm vibratin' cause my bullet keep comin' out |
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Puttin' in work a nigga said by jar |
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While I'm trippin' and sendin' Slobs to the morgue (ahaha) |
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Elm Street |
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Just got picked off |
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Dued to the fact that caine game got ticked off |
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I told the Slob I was out to get |
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So I pause for a minute to reload the clip (Oh yeah Loc) |
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I pump the few right there in his ass |
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But then I dumped down |
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And told Crip it's the hit the gas |
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Back to the hood that's where I hide out |
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Cause I'm the original, only Snoops just died out |
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You never know what a nigga is burnin' for |
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Let's know what a nigga is gunnin' for |
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Find a Slob and it's delivery (deliver his ass) |
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I put in work so my day is complete |
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"Aw goddamn right we gon' puts' in muthafuckin' work |
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Snoop-ass Avenues Pirus |
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A-P-B bullshit |
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All you muthafuckin' Crenshaw Maggots |
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CARIP! |
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Inglewood Faggots |
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Fuck all you Slob-ass niggas " |
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(DO OR DIE) |
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Another night on a mission |
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Dumpin' the barrel, dumpin' the high |
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Dumpin' the bucks that I'm dishin' |
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I see y'all nigga from the other side (kill his ass) |
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Hold up my gun |
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And aim for his fuckin' eyes |
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And when I'm gone |
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I'm drinkin' on some liquor |
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Fast ?? to take Slobs only get killed quicker |
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(BLUE RAG) |
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Fruitfully speakin' Blue Rag straight shit |
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To kill me a Slob |
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This muthafuckin' weekend (say why!) |
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Cause I'm a Crip |
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A Crip for life, G |
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Pleadin' guilty |
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To charges of insanity |
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I'm goin' crazy every minute of the hour |
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Crip to the heart but it's still black power |
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Fuck the S to the L to the O-B |
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Stay down with Crip cause Crip with me |
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(Said smoke that muthafucka) |
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(AWOL) |
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Now I'ma stay down |
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And down for the mission |
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Let me get my Gat load ??? so I can this shit |
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A Gee, a ride |
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A grey Six Trey |
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Now I can get the A-K, you goin' in plate, uh |
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All right down, white down, show 'em hurt (nigga) |
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I gotta hearse to jerk and straight puttin' in work |
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"Puttin' in work |
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Goddamn Snoops |
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Smoke them muthafuckin' Snoops |
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Goddamn right, Cuz |
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Kill their punk bit ass, you know I'm sayin' |
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Crippin' ain't easy |
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Sorry muthafuckas |
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I know Crippin' ain't easy |
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You gon' puttin' in work for the 9-3's and the 9-4 |
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Fuck all you Slob-ass niggas |
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We gon' kill you mentally |
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And not physically on this motherfuckin' tape... |
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This is for you Sin |
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Cause this is Crip 4 Life |
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Goddamn right Cuz |
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Now I love the Crip niggas layin' in peace |
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Crippin' ain't easy... I put in work... " |
