Crip 4 Life lyrics

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[SIX PAC]

Well now I`m creepin` on your ass like a motherfuckin` frogman

Six Pac`s the maniac from Franklin

Uzi, A-K, Tec-9 millimeter

Blastin` out the sunroof, drunk on Margarita

Slobs ain`t shit, we`re gorgeous, ready for the raid

Let `em on pull up and watch me spray

The F is for death and when I take that first

They fuck with 1-0-3

You know ain`t no more Snoops left

Shit, it`s an everyday thang and we gangbang

Watts Franklin Square Crip no one can`t hang fool

You get your motherfuckin` 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 nigga young Keystone



[SCARFACE]

G-Bone pass the Glock cause this Slob is set trippin`

In my party while we crippin`

You know this nigga slippin`

Tell all the Cripalette to get into the ??

You gon` tear it get this motherfucker and trap Slobs in

I can`t stand a nigga wearin` red shit, dead shit

Cause then I gotta grab my gun and shoot him in the head and shit

Because I`m livin` in a blue pearl, blue world

It ain`t no bitch pussy better than a Crip girl

Cause Slob niggas listen up, pay attention, I`m Scarface from Atlantic

In case I didn`t mention, the crazy Lil` Hawk

Just wanna make a bitch 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 killer 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 ass and his nuts

Y`all niggas 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 niggas 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 fuckin` 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

Nigga you be seen it starts I`m layin` in the cut to fuck 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 nigga 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 kill you

Push from the shoulder I get wicked

I`m at the top of the crack

Finna kick you with the Crip, yes

Slob motherfuckers 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 fuckin` past

So we got to get gaffle, scuffle and buck it up

Slob slippin` on this side straight get shut the fuck up

This is B-K to the motherfuckin` 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 ass up

Down on their ground Slobs shut the fuck 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

Fuck them Slob niggas let `em come cack and trip

I got a Tec 9 with 2-30 round clips

On safe thinkin` Slob niggas hate me

Cause I see dumpin` on his ass diggety daily

Buck them Slob niggas

Fuck them `Brand niggas

Fuck them Snoops niggas and them Die-`Ru niggas

This is the motherfuckin` A-D double C

B-Dog killer 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

Killin` up shit for the Crips on the East Side

Fuck 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` motherfuckin` Slob to rest

In their casket

That shit is drastic, you slippin` hectic like Magic

You vanish when they cap in your back bitch

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

Servin` motherfuckers

Lives was end

We on mission - shit

This is a hard test

We takin` no flees, no burgers on ass ain`t no joke

This shit for real so don`t be hard

You not a 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 end

And before you know your life`s been at

You started this shit

Made your own rule but you`re just too stupid

Sucker you a Snoop, you in a zone

And watch we call Atlantic

Cause when you see it`s comin` know

Don`t panic

I want you

I want your all damn life

And now I`m fill up to ends

Even smoke your wife but not your kids

Cause there too young to know

But you fucked up Cuzz

You gotta go
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