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' bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks rip glocks I'm knowin' that this hot, this your first introduction To motherfuckin' crip hop
It's time to research the documents and some files and put it down with gangsta style 'Cause I be seein' niggaz being aggressive now After treaty meetings and the weapons down
Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and To manage this I call my rep Every stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check
Certified murder guide the streets of death the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met From that real deal get ya steal and mash Niggaz done did when the steel'll blast
Pockets filled with cash, fuck a or Jag Lookin' rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and 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 with guidance your 'sposed to do who, participatin' all the activity That's how we livin G, strictly killer
So to all my enemies and to the homies Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey These weak niggaz killin' me with their To even pro climate they as real as me
I'm tired of that shit, where niggaz claim to done Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the 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' that this hot, this your first introduction To motherfuckin' crip hop
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk and I'ma bust yo' lip I'm chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer In D.C., with 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 East side 'cuz, I'm co-signin' On the East peace we ridin violent Fuck you been it's all about where I been Sirens, gunshots, glocks get popped
they 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 deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't wanna fuck with me (Yeh, yeh)
I'm of that 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, gang bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks rip glocks I'm knowin' that shit hot, this your first introduction To motherfuckin' crip hop
CRIP 'cause all we G I'm Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip And I'ma you how the shit gon' C (Gon' C)
Now, if I wasn't rappin' y'all be starvin' On my without bucks like Marvin You can't sleep, you eat, look who starvin' Written paid but still gotta be a slave
Flip own money, make your own proper Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz try to ya Be a hog about your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoked
Like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Ahoy ran in with toys If you didn't see 'em it's the East side
We be like a motherfuckin' cut dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Chuck Two times, trey on yo' motherfuckin' ass it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass
It's just another day and dozen, niggaz strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you relate to smugglin'? If so, grab a and start to trip But remember, let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga
Dogg Pound groovin', East side is the And other guys can't fade us, 'cause the hardest in the town And duces, never could be faded and all you suckers it Ohh crip is goin down, and baby no doubt
We gonna it out and that's on East side L.B.C. And the best, we rockin' coast to coast and we be blowin' dope, and baby the shit I'm talkin shit to ya baby (That crip shit)
'n trayz bangin' (That crip shit) I'm real shit to ya baby (That real shit) 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', bangin' (That crip)
Oooh, yeah, East sider shit (East side, side) What y'all know about this (What, what, what?) I'm talking crip (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