I'm of that punk shit, where 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 last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks rip glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your introduction To this crip hop
It's time to research the and pull some files and put it down this gangsta style 'Cause I be seein' niggaz more aggressive now After peace treaty meetings and the down
Sport Chucks 'member once it was and sandals To me it's unlikely that you're and skanless To manage this I call my rep Every step stay on keepin' bustaz in check
Certified guide through the streets of death Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya met From that real deal get ya steal and mash Niggaz have done did when the blast
Pockets filled with cash, a Benz or Jag rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, flip and Lick shots and the and control your block
Keep it with the crew from the old to new providin' 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do Notice who, all the activity That's how we livin G, strictly tendencies
So to all my enemies and to the homies Who rest in peace, a dub bag and These weak niggaz killin' me with proclivity To pro climate that they as real as me
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, 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, this 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., with 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 side shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin' On the East fuck we ridin violent Fuck where you it's all about where I been Sirens, gunshots, glocks get popped
When they all try to knock knock Who is it? Visit the papers, the and the labels We got the shit burnin' on the turntables I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you wanna fuck with me (Yeh, yeh)
I'm tired of that punk shit, where claim to done Where from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, stop, droppin' gang 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 motherfuckin' crip hop
'cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta And I'ma you how the shit gon' C (Gon' C)
Now, if I wasn't rappin' motherfucker be starvin' On my nuts bucks like Marvin You sleep, you can't eat, look who starvin' bill paid but still gotta be a slave
Flip your own money, 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 smoked
Like a fat-ass blunt, of that shit a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy Niggaz ran in toys If you see 'em it's the East side boys
We be like a motherfuckin' cut Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Two times, trey on yo' motherfuckin' ass Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and
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, 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, could be faded and all you suckers hate it Ohh crip is goin down, and baby have no
We gonna turn it out and that's on side L.B.C. And we're the best, we rockin' to coast and we be dope, and baby that's the shit I'm talkin shit to ya baby (That crip shit)
Duces 'n bangin' (That real shit) I'm talkin' real shit to ya (That real shit) 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', bangin' (That crip)
Oooh, yeah, East sider shit (East side, side) What know about this here (What, what, what?) I'm talking shit (I'm, talk to me, to me)
I'm talking shit I'm talking crip to you baby side ahh, East side, East side Ahh, East side, side