O.G. Mad Eye (Bloods) - Time Is Gone, n***a lyrics

[Verse 1: O.G. Mad Eye] Bailin' up out the East Side, ready to go, hittin' the door n***as goin' down and dropped off with them triple gold Thangs, but now a Slopes ain't givin' a f** About a copper tryin' to stop us, sayin' f** them hoes, we stacking 'em up And to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major player n***as up in my city cluckin' the most grip, we all into birds And it's worth to the n***as in my - hood That's movin' a motherf**in' thangs doin' real - good Know y'all, what's up boy, yo without love and tell it's hard All my n***as is comin' up and gettin' large Droppin' the top and never to drop a motherf**in' dime Homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do your time The consequence as a real b**h But n***as should know what's worth than your word So you best to clock your f**in' grip n***as don't wreck yourself but get your f**in' grind on Go for the k** so you can chill 'fore your f**in' time's gone, n***as [Verse 2: Green Eyez] Now I'm bailin' down the Four, n***a, bhakis creased Then I laugh when I hear a Crab - hollerin' about peace n***a must be brazy, that sh** ain't in my vocab I put a cap in his a** and leave his a** in a rehab Then head to the hospital, my job ain't done I want to bee his a** b**h feet deep, and then some Leavin' motherf**ers in a big hole Went to scoop up Young Leak, Hops and my n***a Dogg Pops lit up one of those fat-a** blunts Now I'm high as f**, n***a, on the Crab hunt The first Crab I bee, my mind goes hostile I load the gun and put one in his nostrils For disrespecting I'm knowin' for checkin' a Ricket Tryin' to come to - low key and bickin' With this motherf**in' dog hollerin' "What's up Blood!?" 1-0-4 like I said, always draped in red And if I hear you say "Crab" then n***a it's on And your a**'ll die - before your time is gone [Verse 3: Big Wy & Lil' Stretch] Now tell me who the f**'s next up on this mic? See-K Big Wy finna punch out your f**in' life Here comes the smasher, straight Crab crusher k**in' all Rickets, baby mamas and Crab lovers Well boy, f** all these n***as wearin' all that flue sh** I f** up sh** and I likes to k** f**in' Rips We roll on them n***as if them n***as hangin' out Roll up to them n***as blow they motherf**in' brains out Buck his motherf**in' brains, let these n***as story ain't bullsh** Empty yo clip and show these Crabs who they're f**in' with See-K Ridin', Damu Ridin' Motherf**in' Bounty Hunters Five Line pridin' Now tell me motherf**in' Crab n***a what's stoppin' ya? The Y.G. gangsta regulator Crenshaw Mafia n***as better recognize some k**ers in your f**in' face n***as gettin' slapped with the motherf**in' Tec, b**h I C-K all day, all the motherf**in' time It's in my mind all the time, n***a 1-0-9 C-K Ridin' is the motherf**in' mission k**in' all Crabs, makin' n***as come up missing M and L, L and the M, all the sh** is good West Side is the hood, neighborhood, call it Inglewood n***a where I'm from? The motherf**in' Projects Where n***as get wrecked and they motherf**in' chin checked Bust 'em in his motherf**in' face, let these n***as know You from the Five and I'm from the 1-0-4 We shootin' them motherf**in' Crabs everyday for fun and don't forget n***as been down every since motherf**in' day one I smoke bud! f** these n***as smokin' loop I [?] WOOP WOOP when I scream WOOP out the f**in' Coupe I got them motherf**in' bhakis and a t-shirt Blast throw the cap ready to put in work The motherf**in' W period to the f**in' Youngsta I went to Century and Fig' I'm ready to spray on you motherf**er n***a I'm a soldier, holdin' f**in' boulders n***as want to run up, you s**ers, I told you I thought you to the motherf**ers know a n***a told you Crenshaw and Century and play on Figueroa So never forget when you're f**in' with these soldiers Big Wy and Lil' Stretch, n***a, yes we (I) told you [Outro] f** you punk-a** n***as, n***a Big Wy ain't sayin' bullsh**, n***a See n***as better recognize Biiiaaatch! West Side M and the L East Side! Ballin' on these n***a Crenshaw Mafia for life Regulatin' n***as out n***a You know I don't give a f** n***a I'm ready f**in up this sh** It's on n***a Yeah It's on n***a