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Bloods & Crips mp3
Yo, there was this Crip, Crip, Crip ended up more cripple than handy man Went hoo-ridin' and know who's hidin' in a minivan Surrounded by the sick Niggas count to four and E-Rickets Out the fuckin' door and All the time now I'ma wreck the fly shit Crabs - steady - screamin' oh my it hurts Please don't put the gun to my ear I do anything you want say anything you wanna hear Say fuck Crabs now I might let you live Baby Sick got something for you Should I tell you what it is What the Piru like You better tell it fast Unless you want a rose up your dead funky ass Wass happenin' Blood? If you say Crab I say killa Fool, I'm bangin' 24-7 now will the Niggas with heart - to be one of the few Tell that dusty-ass Crabs Just what they should do Baby Sick said let 'em hear a pop Drop the Crab - grab the Glock Boo boo flag and bhakis got flamed up no doubt The Crab lost his life cause there's never No way out [LILI] Here we go again Doin' shit just to get paid Gettin' rough, rugged through blue that you can't fade Play the B-Side, the C-Side is wack Gettin' busy with the K gang Now you know where I stay at Hey Mr. Do Or Die I saw you mackin' to my hoe But see it was a setup So I can pull a do-low Sit your ass up got my niggas like I should So I call the homie Bone Yo there's Crabs in the hood But he got away cause he ran Through ?? pass Woodworth Now he's goin' down 1-0-4 [RED RAG a.k.a BIG WY] Once again it's the Dallas mafioso The only times I like Crabs when I'm eatin' on gumbo It's different types of Crabs like the ones that make ya - itch Tha shit you get For fuckin' a Ricket bitch Mess with funky cock trip with no C's Swap Meet shop on County check recipient I'm creepin' through the hood like Freddy Krueger your worst dream When I leave Your hood is a crime scene Remember that peace shit don't bring it to the Bottomsville Like Seven Up never had it - never will Please M gang everybody is peacin' and the Mafia's peacin' Niggas you tweakin' Run run Rickets keep on the hidin' I'm Red Rag and I'm keep on ridin' no way out [REDRUM 781] I keep on ridin' with the strap in my lap You're fuckin' around and I'll be poppin' hollow point caps I'm pointin' that niggas snaps on the back of they skull Blowin' up your hand cause your gang sign is dull And I've got love for the 'Ru's The Bloods are included Redrum 7-8-1 Crabs are deluted My Gathors givin' a kick Much harder than a push You fuck with my bitch so you get caught up in my ambush Work up back to me to givin' a blast As soon as his Crab-ass party I have to crash I dash - to the cut Grab the Gats so I can end them The Crab motherfuckers want no what hit them Now, I'm creepin' through the alley like a shadow ready for battle The backyard is pack with People like some cattle The Ricket nigga thought that I was playin' So I hopped on the walls and start to sprayin' Aimin' for the door waitin' for the Crab to bum rush For the head turnin' brains into slush Payback's the bitch, Blood that's what I'm about And when I'm on your ass nigga, it ain't no motherfuckin' way out |
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