I'm tired of that shit, where niggaz claim to done they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit To the drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first To motherfuckin' crip hop
It's time to research the documents and pull some and put it down with gangsta style 'Cause I be seein' being more aggressive now After peace treaty and the weapons down
Sport Chucks 'member once it was and sandals To me it's unlikely that you're and skanless To manage this dramaticness I my rep Every stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check
Certified murder guide through the of death Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya met From that real deal get ya steal and mash Niggaz have done did the steel'll blast
filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag Lookin' rough in a bucket, tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, and clock Lick shots and the cops and control your
it true with the crew from the old to new Ride providin' 'em with guidance like your to do Notice who, participatin' all the how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies
So to all my enemies and to the homies Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey These weak niggaz me with their proclivity To even pro that they as real as me
I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz to done Where from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this first introduction To this motherfuckin' hop
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk and I'ma bust yo' lip I'm gettin in the summer in a nine-six Hummer In D.C., fuckin' a breezy, easy, see we see all we can see G.R. we can G, the side family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot
On this East side shit 'cuz, I'm On the East fuck peace we violent Fuck where you been it's all about I been Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get
When all try to knock knock knock Who is it? Visit the papers, the and the labels We got the hottest burnin' on the turntables I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you wanna fuck with me (Yeh, yeh)
I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to Where they and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, gang bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' this shit hot, this your first introduction To motherfuckin' crip hop
CRIP 'cause all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Crip And I'ma tell you how the shit C (Gon' C)
Now, if I rappin' motherfucker y'all be starvin' On my nuts without like Marvin You can't sleep, you eat, look who starvin' Written bill but still gotta be a slave
your own money, make your own proper Get yo' own heat, in some niggaz try to stop ya Be a hog about your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoked
Like a fat-ass blunt, of that shit Have a babysitter set ass up for chip Chips Ahoy Niggaz ran in with If you didn't see 'em it's the East boys
We be mobbin' like a cut Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Two times, times on yo' motherfuckin' ass Keep it O.G. nigga, and pass
It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz Is you hustlin', do you to drug smugglin'? If so, grab a and start to trip But remember, don't let nobody you out yo' grip nigga
Dogg groovin', East side is the greatest And other can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the town And duces, never could be faded and all you suckers it Ohh crip is down, and baby have no doubt
We gonna it out and that's on East side L.B.C. And we're the best, we coast to coast and we be blowin' dope, and that's the shit I'm real shit to ya baby (That crip shit)
Duces 'n bangin' (That crip shit) I'm talkin' real to ya baby (That real shit) Duces 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', (That crip)
Oooh, yeah, that East shit (East side, side) What know about this here (What, what, what?) I'm crip shit (I'm, talk to me, to me)
I'm talking shit I'm talking crip to you baby East side ahh, East side, side Ahh, East side, side