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