Crips - Gangsta sh** lyrics

[BIG WY] Yeah That gangsta-a** sh** Y-G Y muthaf**in' G's WOOP! WOOP! Let these n***as know man That's right, n***a Yo punk, what's up fool? Yank Dawg [LIL' HAWK] Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on You call it Thunderbird I call that sh** Jim Jones I need a fifth To start off my muthaf**in' day I'm feeling good as f** and now I'm ons my way To C-K These punk-a** n***as, this is C-M-G Your number one Crab k**as (that's right) From the 4 to the Shaw even Century On Figueroa we gotta sowed up Rollin' with the D.L.B f** Crabs cause n***a I blast 'em from the O.G. Inglewood (to Denver and Nebraska) And I ain't f**in' with no bustas Only them Damu Ridas CK'n' motherf**ers And they ain't showin' no mercy when they hoo-ride Leavin' no clues but a motherf**in' homicide Lil' Hawk Y-G, its just me And C-K you should've been a B-the-D-the-O-the-G'zee, fool Ahahaha... [BRONCO] Motherf**' a handshake, hugs and a peace treaty Cause I'll be damned if I'm caught slippin', sidin' with my f**in' enemy Now it's the time to leave the planet and die Open your chest or your vest Slobs and see you later, bye Paper thin a** wax bangers, the sh** done hit the fan locs Squabble and shoot with any and all of you Snoop hoes n***a choose your muthaf**in' weapon Brownies, bra** knuckles or the black Smith and Wesson, I'm guessin' That you would play the tough guy and think that you the sh** But I be comin' quick with hollow tips and extra clips Fully equipped for the set trip cause I know this sh**'s stompin' Snatch your heart out your chest And we can watch it stop pumpin' Toe tag, body bags, homicides and hoo-ride East Side Rip Ridaz it's F for d**h on mine f** all Slobs Cuz, you die motherf**er [BATMAN] Six muthaf**as, .357 hollow point Magnum shells Closed casket made this Crab mama yell Pendleton, khakis, pig tails And Stars on my feet Me and Puff, A-Wack And my homie Satanic Sneak I creep, with my specialty Cause I'm a professional Gangbangin' gangsterist I live my life in dangerous ways I go days without eatin', I'm steady sippin' on Night Train C-K Rider k**in' Crabs till I die Gangsta Mr. Bat n***as wonder why, why I put it down on a muthaf**in' Crab n***a East Side Swan Gangsta Bat Down to pull the trigga comin' through the alley with a muthaf**in' A-K Yeah, n***a - yellow tape f** Crabs f** Crabs, f** Crabs, f** Crabs! Shots out to the Bloods and Pirus, what's up Blood? Ninety Four - we out [SIX PAC] Crip or cry, Crip or cry, Crip or, Crip or, Crip or die Snoops Rest In Piss, n***a you know why Mobbin' down the 3rd, flamed up like a fire truck Face to face with d**h stuck, sh** outta luck n***a you just met a dark angel You can say I work for Satan cause I smoke a Slobs handle Kidnap a B-Dog then shoot him to the Franklin Squares And let the homies take it from there n***a you like red so much Now check this out Tie him to a tree and pour gas on his head and mouth Well if it's on then it's on stick a match to him And show the rest of his Slob homies how we do him Fool I ain't playin' for this 9-4 season East Side F.C.G. n***a you know the reason Blue rag hangin' out the blue dickies Mobbin' down the 3rd, got a Mausberg with me It ain't no secret how I'm smokin' a Snoop I take a trip to the 5th and get me a stick of that loop, shiiit And now I'm feelin' like the king of the planet You ain't Crippin', you slippin' about to meet my automatic Yeah n***a f** all Slobs, this is F for d**h [GREEN EYES] Now it's a must that I bust on these Crabs quick My muthaf**in' initiation Straight bustin' out of the station wagon, never draggin' I gots to get in and out Downin' the O-E 'til it's through and k**in' every wearin' flue now What's next on my muthaf**in' menu I got to find some some muthaf**in' Crab So put a f**in' cap into The earn some stripes Green Eyes see some mo' And I better not catch you slippin', bumpin' Steady Dippin' on the '4 And let me show you f**in' Crabs how low I can get I'll k** your whole family and your pregnant Crab b**h about to give birth To a baby Crab Now that n***a sh** outta luck That's why I murdered the lil' f** This Bangin' On Wax Deuce f** a truce Big Wy I'm high so pa** the muthaf**in' gin and juice While I slip the clip in and commence the set trippin' And smoke all these muthaf**in' Crabs that I catch slippin' Yeah f** the Crabs, I gotta say what's up to the I-F-G gang [AWOL] I went to church for years but I only learned one thang good So you can't blame it on Jesus Cause He said love thy neighborhood I got a cousin from Elm and one from the MOB I put that on my daddy, I'mma k** them n***as, f** Slob Where you from Loc, you don't have to ask me Lotion my tats so my K-P ain't ashy I serve soup on Cherry Street In Seattle's Central District where the Comptons meet, fool I g**n, hoo-bang, wall-bang See my name struck up on the 91 freeway So all Slobs better hide tonight Hide tonight cause the K-Gang's hoo-ridin' On my side, his side, your side Them Slobs from the other side get up on fire, right You might run from a Kelly with heat Cause a slob in dead got to rest in grief, n***a