I'm tired of that shit, where niggaz claim to done Where from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot, your first introduction To motherfuckin' crip hop
It's time to the documents and pull some files and put it down with this style 'Cause I be seein' niggaz being more now After peace treaty and the weapons down
Sport Chucks 'member it was Nikes and sandals To me it's unlikely 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 done did when the blast
Pockets with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag Lookin' rough in a bucket, tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, and clock shots and the cops and control your block
Keep it with the crew from the old to new Ride providin' 'em with guidance like your to do Notice who, participatin' all the That's how we livin G, strictly killer
So death to all my enemies and to the Who rest in peace, a dub bag and These niggaz killin' me with their proclivity To even pro climate that as real as me
I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks rip glocks I'm knowin' that shit hot, this your first introduction To motherfuckin' crip hop
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma yo' lip I'm chips 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 East family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot
On this East side shit 'cuz, I'm On the East fuck peace we violent Fuck where you been it's all about I been Sirens, gunshots, glocks get popped
they all try to knock knock knock Who is it? the papers, the streets and the labels We got the hottest burnin' on the turntables I won't deny ya, I'm a straight and you don't wanna fuck with me (Yeh, yeh)
I'm tired of that shit, where niggaz claim to done Where they from and who run shit, I it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, gang bang hit rocks To the drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first To motherfuckin' crip hop
CRIP 'cause all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Crip And I'ma tell you how the shit C (Gon' C)
Now, if I wasn't rappin' motherfucker y'all be On my without bucks like Marvin You can't sleep, you eat, look who starvin' Written bill paid but still be a slave
Flip your own money, your own proper Get yo' own heat, in case niggaz try to stop ya Be a boss hog about money, float loc And no one, anybody can get smoke smoked
Like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Ahoy ran in with toys If you didn't see 'em the East side boys
We be like a motherfuckin' cut Dirty dealt, Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Chuck Two times, trey on yo' motherfuckin' ass it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass
It's just day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you relate to smugglin'? If so, grab a and start to trip But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip
Dogg groovin', East side is the greatest And other guys can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the And duces, never could be and all you suckers hate it Ohh crip is goin down, and baby no doubt
We gonna it out and that's on East side L.B.C. And we're the best, we rockin' to coast and we be blowin' dope, and baby the shit I'm talkin real to ya baby (That real shit)
Duces 'n bangin' (That real shit) I'm talkin' real shit to ya (That crip shit) Duces 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', (That crip)
Oooh, yeah, that East shit (East side, side) What y'all know about here (What, what, what?) I'm crip shit (I'm, to me, talk to me)
I'm talking crip I'm talking crip shit to you East side ahh, side, East side Ahh, East side, side