G-Bone (Crips) - Crip 4 Life lyrics

[SIX PAC] Well now I'm creepin' on your a** like a motherf**in' frogman Six Pac's the maniac from Franklin Uzi, A-K, Tec-9 millimeter Blastin' out the sunroof, drunk on Margarita Slobs ain't sh**, we're gorgeous, ready for the raid Let 'em on pull up and watch me spray The F is for d**h and when I take that first They f** with 1-0-3 You know ain't no more Snoops left sh**, it's an everyday thang and we g**n Watts Franklin Square Crip no one can't hang fool You get your motherf**in' cap peeled Ain't no joke and I'm smokin' all Slobs that stinks You thought ya - slow me down when you put me in the wheel chair But that's OK cause I still claimin' Squares Three Crips and a bomb with the F-M is on Cixx Pac, Big Freeze and my n***a young Keystone [SCARFACE] G-Bone pa** the Glock cause this Slob is set trippin' In my party while we crippin' You know this n***a slippin' Tell all the Cripalette to get into the ?? You gon' tear it get this motherf**er and trap Slobs in I can't stand a n***a wearin' red sh**, dead sh** Cause then I gotta grab my gun and shoot him in the head and sh** Because I'm livin' in a blue pearl, blue world It ain't no b**h p**y better than a Crip girl Cause Slob n***as listen up, pay attention, I'm Scarface from Atlantic In case I didn't mention, the crazy Lil' Hawk Just wanna make a b**h and got a gun to the Slob head Playin' Russian roulette, so bet Now check but do it for your set If you down with the Slob k**er Cuz You say what the hell Off-brandies really can't stand - me So I'm surroundin' about the Crips in Compton ?? this I kick kack I see cool in the cut I catch the Slob I'ma shoot his a** and his nuts Y'all n***as want problems come to my place And just remember the name: Atlantic's Scarface [BIG FREEZE] Sort of like a dump truck But I don't dump no dirt I'm dump the funk you shoot my trunk to put you Slobs to work You Snoop n***as just tryin' to dis to count you up in the street You couldn't fade me, yo I'm crazy if you caught me in my sleeping then Daze me and amaze me that you're Rip for tryin' to Crip the 44 in your face And have you pushin' up daisies When push comin' short I get psycho So when you f**in' with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol The nick name: Freeze I represent: Watts And if I catch you slippin' best believe what you get got It's some of this lead when I catch you on chin Over than a green as I bank once again And when you're knees buckle pump n***a you be seen it starts I'm layin' in the cut to f** you up Like the red card Check this out, I'm Franklin Crip - ride You see me every - night If you got beef with me well n***a you know we can fire up I got my Locs who serve 'em Snoops with a fat sack I keep the pistol in my pocket cause I watch my own damn back When I ??? him It's Freeze so you won't be fade him The top to get the drop and where I stay It's the stadium Nuthin' beats the feelin of your grill when I'm stealin' They don't believe I'm crazy so I guess I got to k** you Push from the shoulder I get wicked I'm at the top of the crack Finna kick you with the Crip, yes Slob motherf**ers get stole on inner face Get with them one of this This Unabomber I caught you in the way Hey you should I told you 'bout Locs like me America's sarcastic belegerent and skip if You got a bullet proof ?? and I keep the plan see We raise up the ghetto A menace to society [G-BONE] Cuz I gotta grab the strap, pull the trigger and blast This Snoop's in my hood and I don't give a f**in' past So we got to get gaffle, scuffle and buck it up Slob slippin' on this side straight get shut the f** up This is B-K to the motherf**in' heart I'm from Atlantic Drive but got love for Kelly Park Cause we put in work and take this Slob out without a doubt Pop pop, biggety bang Cuz, duck, run and hide out Cover up, duck and run - but don't slip Cause I'm precised when it come to empty clips Click - Tec 9 throw that a** up Down on their ground Slobs shut the f** up He lost his life cause he was slippin', flossin' and frontin' The S on his chest like he was Super Slob or somethin' S-L-O-B K-I double L-A That Slob is dead so he can't come to retaliate f** them Slob n***as let 'em come cack and trip I got a Tec 9 with 2-30 round clips On safe thinkin' Slob n***as hate me Cause I see dumpin' on his a** diggety daily Buck them Slob n***as f** them 'Brand n***as f** them Snoops n***as and them Die-'Ru n***as This is the motherf**in' A-D double C B-Dog k**er Cuz, you should've been a L-O-C [TROLL] Die-'Rus better shake the spot when I'm high Got a 17 shot With infra-blue in a Glock In a drop top deuce, gettin' loose on you Snoop fools But it ain't no rules in this game givin' Slobs blue k**in' up sh** for the Crips on the East Side f** a B-Side, cause C-Side is where the two C's Ride The best, not forget about the Crip's on the west Cause they steady puttin' motherf**in' Slob to rest In their casket That sh** is drastic, you slippin' hectic like Magic You vanish when they cap in your back b**h From this East Side gangsta call me Troll Loc Dead rags gettin' tear with the red throw Jaws brokes, Slobs shot out from the shoulders Punk I told you So step and I'm gonna fold you Bustin' caps on these Slobs at night Cause it's East Side Kelly Park Crip 4 Life [RIDER-J] Now once again my friend it's time to up the C in Certain motherf**ers Lives will end We on a mission - sh** This is our task We takin' on flees, no bargains on a** this ain't no joke This sh** for real so don't be hard You not the Slob but still It's like a dream That's come true And caught in the zone Boom, you're through cause I'm serious I make your life sad And before you know your life's been had You started this sh** Made your own rule but you're just too stupid s**er you a Snoop, you in a zone In which we call Atlantic Cause when you see us comin' know Don't panic I want you I want your whofe damn life And now I'm fill up to ends Even smoke your wife but not your kids Cause they're too young to know But you f**ed up Cuzz You gotta go