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Nationwide Rip Ridaz swervin' on all gold D's |
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The gang is Watts Franklin Crip |
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The name is Big Daddy Freeze, a loc down |
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Dirty loc - always out - for the come-up |
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Bitches ?? with team but they too scared to run up |
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Now look at me than look at you and tell me what would you do |
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With 16 rounds of hollow points comin' at you |
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Cause I ain't with |
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That fussin' or discussion |
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Nuthin' I'd just rather grab the .9 and start bustin' |
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Cause Locs put in work |
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Slobs you'd plug to the dirt |
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Disrespect the Crip and your ass got to get hurt |
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I'm livin' life in the fast lane |
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Swervin' on gold Dan's |
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Bangin' with the Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip gang |
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Smokin' in-do and drinkin' Hennessy |
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But know I'm back |
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On the strip for tryin' to serve my bid but One |
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Times got hot |
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Due to the neighborhoods snitches |
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Who just couldn't stand to see a Crip stack his riches |
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So just like cause they go to tittle-tattle |
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Now I'm in a jail cell |
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With a hundred thousand dollar bill |
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Oh hell, the bigger homies can't help me G |
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I dummied up press my luck |
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Now I'm stucked in the County |
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I'm steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues |
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Leavin' fools with brews it's from the state boots |
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I'm steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues |
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Leavin' fools with brews it's from the state boots |
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[MACK 11] |
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How can I ease the pain? |
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They got me waitin' on, they can't fight case off the case |
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Try to take me out the gang |
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All right is in the court let me hear y'all lies |
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I'm afraid of God that you dirty motherfuckers get chest ?? |
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They're judging my past and not my future |
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When give me no reason and show no mercy when I do it |
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It ain't over you presidents motherfuckers just begin it |
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I gotta defend it but ??? so I be gone till november, now remember |
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Young ridaz standin' tall like a trophy |
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Fuck photographs it means you motherfuckers don't know me |
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Not slowly |
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Walk to me to my hold in tank |
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Shuckled down to the ground cause they know I bank one |
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The Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride locster |
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Mac-11 keepin' one in the chamber |
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Gang banger |
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Pistol slinger |
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Puttin' fools in they caskets |
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Let niggas have it the crazy-ass bastard |
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I'm steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues |
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Leavin' fools with brews it's from the state boots |
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I'm steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues |
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Leavin' fools with brews it's from the state boots |
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[KEYSTONE] |
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My momma told me in tears stay out the street life |
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But this is Watts Eastside Ridaz ain't nuthin' nice |
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Comin' up young |
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I took a life into my bigga G's |
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And to my brothers cause I be younger so it's code 3 |
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Puttin' in work |
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For the turf |
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Ready to kill since 1985 and hard times got real thick |
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Moms and pops never knew a nigga was bangin' khakied up |
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Chucked up |
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And dollars joint slangin' uh |
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I'm givin' a fuck about the One-Times |
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All on my mind is makin' ends up and savin' all my nickels and all my dimes |
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I'm steadily tryin' to stack my cash right |
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Up all night |
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Sellin' 'avi and livin' lavishly in the street life |
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But know my brothers movin mouth and mash |
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So expected playa flossin in a Thunderbird S.E. |
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I'm locked down but I'm tired of this bullshit |
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But when I cock down I gotta get it better than this |
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I'm steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues |
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Leavin' fools with brews it's from the state boots |
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I'm steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues |
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Leavin' fools with brews it's from the state boots |
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[DUV MAC] |
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To Crip |
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Or not to Crip |
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Is the question |
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Who's testin? |
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I packs it like Smiff-n-Wesson |
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The hood done took sure me |
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Everybody crazy packin' 380s |
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Pullin' drive-bys on miss daisy |
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Hoodratz havin' babies |
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Daily, crime pays me |
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Plus I got a gang of homies pushin up dazzies |
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The streets made me |
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When I die |
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They gon' take me |
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Over straight soldier wanna hold the four leaf clover |
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Don't know ?? you lucky robber your scrill like Al Pacino |
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It's the life of a young baby loc |
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Out on his own |
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In the danger zone to roam |
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Cause wasn't no daddy home in this world |
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That's to destroy in a burnin' zone |
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I'm steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues |
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Leavin' fools with brews it's from the state boots |
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I'm steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues |
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Leavin' fools with brews it's from the state boots |