I'm tired of that shit, where niggaz 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 that this shit hot, this your first introduction To this crip hop
It's time to the documents and pull some files and put it down with this gangsta 'Cause I be seein' niggaz being more now After peace treaty and the weapons down
Sport Chucks once it was Nikes and sandals To me it's that you're sheisty and skanless To manage dramaticness I call my rep Every stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check
murder guide through the streets of death Where the sleep ya slip as ya weakness met From that real killer deal get ya and mash Niggaz done did when the steel'll blast
filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag Lookin' rough in a bucket, tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, and clock Lick shots and the cops and control your
Keep it true with the crew the old to new providin' 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do Notice who, participatin' all the That's how we livin G, killer tendencies
So to all my enemies and to the homies Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey These weak niggaz killin' me their proclivity To even pro climate that as real as me
I'm tired of that 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' 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
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk and I'ma bust 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 side family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot
On this East side 'cuz, I'm co-signin' On the East peace we ridin violent where you been it's all about where I been Sirens, gunshots, glocks get popped
When they all try to 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 rider and you wanna fuck with me (Yeh, yeh)
I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz to done Where they 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 blocks niggaz rip I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this 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 motherfucker y'all be starvin' 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, make your own Get yo' own heat, in case some try to stop ya Be a hog about your money, float loc And trust no one, anybody can get smoke
Like a fat-ass blunt, of that shit Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Ahoy Niggaz ran in with If you didn't see 'em it's the side boys
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
It's just another day and forty dozen, strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you relate to smugglin'? If so, grab a nine and to trip But remember, let nobody punk you out yo' grip 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 is goin down, and baby have no doubt
We turn it out and that's on East 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 real shit to ya (That crip shit)
Duces 'n bangin' (That crip shit) I'm talkin' real shit to ya (That crip 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 crip (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, side, East side