I'm tired of that punk shit, where claim to done 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' that this shit hot, this your introduction To motherfuckin' crip hop
It's to research the documents and pull some files and put it down this gangsta style 'Cause I be seein' niggaz more aggressive now After treaty meetings and the weapons down
Sport 'member once it was Nikes and sandals To me it's unlikely you're sheisty and skanless To manage this I call my rep Every step stay on deck keepin' in check
Certified murder guide through the streets of Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya met From that killer deal get ya steal and mash Niggaz have did when the steel'll blast
Pockets filled with cash, a Benz or Jag rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Macs Dip roam, phones, flip and clock Lick shots and the cops and your block
Keep it true the crew from the old to new Ride providin' 'em with guidance like 'sposed to do Notice who, participatin' all the That's how we G, strictly killer tendencies
So death to all my enemies and to the Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey These niggaz killin' me with their proclivity To pro climate that they as real as me
I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz 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 last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks rip glocks I'm knowin' this shit hot, this your first introduction To this motherfuckin' hop
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, shit and I'ma bust 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 side family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot
On this East side 'cuz, I'm co-signin' On the fuck peace we ridin violent where you been it's all about where I been Sirens, gunshots, glocks get popped
When all try to knock knock knock Who is it? Visit the papers, the streets and the 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, 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 hot, this your first introduction To this crip hop
CRIP that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Crip And I'ma tell you how the gon' C (Gon' C)
Now, if I wasn't rappin' motherfucker y'all be On my without bucks like Marvin You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who Written bill but still gotta be a slave
your own money, make your own proper Get yo' own heat, in case some try to stop ya Be a boss hog your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoked
Like a fat-ass blunt, of bomb shit Have a babysitter set ass up for chip Chips Ahoy Niggaz ran in toys If you see 'em it's the East side boys
We be mobbin' like a cut Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Chuck Two times, trey on yo' motherfuckin' ass Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and
just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you to drug smugglin'? If so, grab a and start to trip But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' nigga
Dogg Pound groovin', East 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 down, and baby have no doubt
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 baby that's the I'm talkin real to ya baby (That crip shit)
Duces 'n bangin' (That crip shit) I'm talkin' shit to ya baby (That crip shit) 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', bangin' (That crip)
Oooh, yeah, that sider shit (East side, side) What y'all know about here (What, what, what?) I'm talking crip (I'm, talk to me, to me)
I'm talking shit I'm talking crip shit to you East side ahh, East side, East Ahh, East side, East