I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz to done Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' bang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip I'm knowin' that this hot, this your first introduction To this motherfuckin' hop
It's to research the documents and pull some files and put it with this gangsta style 'Cause I be seein' being more aggressive now After treaty meetings and the weapons down
Sport Chucks 'member once it was and sandals To me it's unlikely that sheisty and skanless To manage this I call my rep Every step stay on deck bustaz in check
Certified murder through the streets of death Where the ya slip soon as ya weakness met From that real deal get ya steal and mash Niggaz have done did when the steel'll
Pockets filled with cash, a Benz or Jag Lookin' rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Dip roam, phones, flip and clock shots and the cops and control your block
Keep it true with the crew the old to new Ride providin' 'em with guidance like your to do who, participatin' all the activity That's how we livin G, killer tendencies
So death to all my and to the homies Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey weak niggaz killin' me with their proclivity To even pro that they as real as me
I'm of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to done Where they from and who run shit, I 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 blocks niggaz rip I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this first introduction To this motherfuckin' hop
nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk 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 East side shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin' On the East fuck peace we violent Fuck where you been 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 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 of that punk 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 tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your 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 y'all be On my without bucks like Marvin You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who Written bill paid but still gotta be a
Flip own money, make your own proper Get yo' own heat, in some niggaz try to stop ya Be a boss hog your money, float loc And trust no one, can get smoke smoked
Like a blunt, of that bomb shit Have a babysitter set ass up for chip Chips Ahoy ran in with toys If you didn't see 'em it's the East side
We be like a motherfuckin' cut dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Chuck Two times, times on yo' motherfuckin' ass Keep it O.G. nigga, and pass
just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you relate to smugglin'? If so, grab a nine and start to But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip
Pound groovin', East side is the greatest And guys can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the town And duces, never be faded 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' coast to and we be dope, and baby that's the shit I'm real shit to ya baby (That real shit)
'n trayz bangin' (That crip 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 y'all know about this (What, what, what?) I'm crip shit (I'm, talk to me, to me)
I'm talking crip I'm talking shit to you baby East side ahh, East side, East Ahh, side, East side