I'm tired of that punk shit, niggaz claim to done they from 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, your first introduction To motherfuckin' crip hop
It's time to research the documents and pull some and put it down with this style 'Cause I be seein' niggaz being more now After peace meetings and the weapons down
Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals To me it's unlikely that you're and skanless To this dramaticness I call my rep Every stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check
Certified guide through the streets of death the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met From real killer deal get ya steal and mash Niggaz have done did the steel'll blast
Pockets filled with cash, fuck a or Jag Lookin' rough in a bucket, tens and Macs Dip roam, chip phones, flip and Lick and the cops and control your block
Keep it true with the crew the old to new providin' 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do Notice who, participatin' all the how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies
So to all my enemies and to the homies Who in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey These niggaz killin' me with their proclivity To even pro that they as real as me
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 tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks I'm that 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 gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six In D.C., fuckin' 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 East shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin' On the East fuck peace we ridin Fuck where you been it's all about where I 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 hottest shit on the turntables I won't deny ya, I'm a straight and you don't wanna fuck with me (Yeh, yeh)
I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the Can't stop, 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 first introduction To motherfuckin' crip hop
'cause that's all we G I'm Rollin', 20, Gangsta 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 paid but still gotta be a
your own money, make your own proper Get yo' own heat, in case niggaz try to stop ya Be a boss hog about your money, loc And trust no one, can get smoke smoked
Like a fat-ass blunt, of that shit a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy Niggaz ran in with If you didn't see 'em it's the East side
We be like a motherfuckin' cut Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Chuck Two times, times on yo' motherfuckin' ass Keep it O.G. nigga, and pass
It's another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin' Is you hustlin', do you relate to smugglin'? If so, grab a and start to trip But remember, don't let punk you out yo' grip nigga
Dogg Pound groovin', East side is the And other guys can't us, 'cause we're the hardest in the town And duces, never could be faded and all you hate it Ohh crip is goin down, and have no doubt
We gonna turn it out and on East side L.B.C. And we're the best, we rockin' to coast and we be blowin' dope, and baby that's the I'm talkin shit to ya baby (That real shit)
Duces 'n bangin' (That real shit) I'm talkin' real shit to ya (That crip shit) 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', bangin' (That crip)
Oooh, yeah, that East shit (East side, side) What y'all know about this (What, what, what?) I'm talking shit (I'm, talk to me, to me)
I'm crip shit I'm talking crip shit to you East ahh, East side, East side Ahh, East side, East