I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz 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 last drip-drop, to the tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm that this shit hot, this your first introduction To this crip hop
time to research the documents and pull some files and put it down with this gangsta 'Cause I be seein' niggaz being aggressive now After treaty meetings and the weapons down
Sport Chucks once it was Nikes and sandals To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and To manage this dramaticness I my rep step stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check
Certified murder through the streets of death Where the sleep ya slip as ya weakness met From that real killer deal get ya steal and Niggaz have done did the steel'll blast
filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag Lookin' rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Dip roam, chip phones, flip and 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 who, participatin' all the activity That's how we livin G, strictly killer
So death to all my and to the homies Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey These weak niggaz me with their proclivity To even pro that they as real as me
I'm tired of punk shit, where niggaz claim to done Where from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang hit rocks To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks rip glocks I'm that this shit hot, this your first introduction To motherfuckin' crip hop
Yeah nigga crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip I'm gettin chips in the 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 been all about where I been Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get
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 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 Can't stop, won't stop, 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 this crip hop
CRIP 'cause 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 be starvin' On my nuts without bucks like You can't sleep, you can't eat, who starvin' Written bill paid but still gotta be a
your 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 no one, anybody can get smoke smoked
a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Niggaz ran in toys If you didn't see 'em it's the East side
We be mobbin' a motherfuckin' cut Dirty dealt, Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Chuck Two times, times on yo' motherfuckin' ass Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and
It's just another day and dozen, niggaz strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you relate to drug If so, a nine and start to trip But remember, let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga
Dogg 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 down, and baby have no doubt
We gonna turn it out and that's on side L.B.C. And the best, we rockin' coast to coast and we be blowin' dope, and baby the shit I'm talkin real shit to ya (That crip shit)
'n trayz bangin' (That real shit) I'm talkin' real shit to ya (That real shit) Duces 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', (That crip)
Oooh, yeah, East sider shit (East side, side) What y'all know about here (What, what, what?) I'm crip shit (I'm, talk to me, to me)
I'm crip shit I'm talking crip shit to you East side ahh, East side, side Ahh, East side, East