I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to Where they and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip I'm knowin' this shit hot, this your first introduction To this crip hop
It's time to research the documents and pull files and put it down this gangsta style I be seein' niggaz being more aggressive now After peace treaty and the weapons down
Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and To me it's that you're sheisty and skanless To manage dramaticness I call my rep step stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check
Certified murder guide through the of death Where the sleep ya slip as ya weakness met From that real killer get ya steal and mash Niggaz have did when the steel'll blast
Pockets filled with cash, a Benz or Jag Lookin' in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Macs Dip roam, phones, flip and clock Lick shots and the cops and control your
Keep it true with the from the old to new Ride providin' 'em with guidance your 'sposed to do Notice who, all the activity That's how we G, strictly killer tendencies
So to all my enemies and to the homies Who rest in peace, a dub bag and These niggaz killin' me with their proclivity To even pro climate that they as as me
I'm tired of that punk shit, niggaz claim to done they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' bang hit rocks To the drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' this shit hot, this your first introduction To this crip hop
Yeah nigga crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip I'm gettin in the summer in a nine-six Hummer In D.C., fuckin' a breezy, easy, see we see all we can see G.R. we can G, the side family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot
On this side shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin' On the East peace we ridin violent Fuck where you been it's all about I been Sirens, gunshots, glocks get popped
When they all try to knock knock Who is it? the papers, the streets and the labels We got the hottest shit on the turntables I won't ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't wanna fuck with me (Yeh, yeh)
I'm tired of that punk shit, niggaz claim to done Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that shit hot, this your first introduction To this motherfuckin' hop
'cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta And I'ma tell you how the gon' C (Gon' C)
Now, if I wasn't rappin' y'all be starvin' On my without bucks like Marvin You can't sleep, you eat, look who starvin' Written bill paid but still be a slave
Flip own money, make your own proper Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz try to ya Be a boss hog your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoke
Like a fat-ass blunt, of bomb shit Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Niggaz ran in with If you didn't see 'em the East side boys
We be mobbin' like a cut Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Two times, trey on yo' motherfuckin' ass it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass
It's just another day and forty dozen, strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you relate to drug If so, grab a and start to trip But remember, let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga
Dogg Pound groovin', East is the greatest And other can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the town And duces, could be faded and all you suckers hate it Ohh crip is goin down, and baby have no
We gonna it out and that's on East side L.B.C. And we're the best, we rockin' coast to and we be blowin' dope, and that's the shit I'm real shit to ya baby (That crip shit)
Duces 'n bangin' (That crip shit) I'm talkin' real shit to ya (That crip shit) 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', bangin' (That crip)
Oooh, yeah, that East sider (East side, side) y'all know about this here (What, what, what?) I'm talking crip (I'm, to me, talk to me)
I'm talking crip I'm talking shit to you baby side ahh, East side, East side Ahh, East side, East