Crippin'

Yea, that nigga C-Bo and Dat Nigga Daz
 Putting it down for the real riders
 Fa sho
 Every where I go niggaz be holla out my name
 Talking the about the set I claim and the gang I hang
 Aint nothing damm thang change
 All y'all niggas, y'all can't fuck with me we throwing up the C
 Tell me what y'all want to do and how y'all niggas really wanted to be
 We just Crippin, Crippin, Crippin all night
 We just Dippin, Dippin, Dippin let's ride
 It's C-Bo and that nigga daz in an four rag
 With an auto mag, tag, blasting niggas about the move
 Feeling to do this out the roof, twenty-one guns and loop
 And crush son like Big Pun, I die for 29th street
 Like Daz would die for 21
 Connect gang, wreck thang, disrespect I swing the tech man
 For the guard and blocks for the Insane
 If you down for your gang and throw your rags in the air
 Flag the mother fuckers like you just don't care
 Im going to ride for mine, do or die for mine
 South side duce nine, Long Beach eastside
 We going ride together, sly eye together
 We going crip and die together, getting high forever
 C-Bo, Daz Dillie
 Serving other niggas in their city, getting greedy
 Seen getting shity, rolling vapor are dilly
 Now it's time to get stupid or really (Yea)
 High stone roll everywhere I Rohm with the meat on my bone
 Me and C-Bo we keep going zone to zone
 My type reaps are anonymous
 Coke, weed, cock, feeds we dropping them
 Four kills, an emmy, and in the mode to kill
 Prepare for your blood to get spilled, that's on the real
 Rhino we explode like dynamite
 How many niggas getting killed tonight
 Is you, you, you, and all of you
 Back flossing with the mother fucking mack
 Going clip from clip, bout my business and shit
 Fly whips and getting dip, we aint taking no shit
 See we serious about this and lyrically about this
 Curious about this, its beautiful with out this
 How can you come to an battle with out an gun
 You get done fucking with duce ninety-two-one
 I guess the war zone, get soldiers and let's go to war
 Putting work mother fucker even the storm
 Meeting machine guns, grenades, and 45's
 Crazy in the land when its hard to survive
 Catching the nigga slipping, the blunt, and the crippin
 On the mission blasting niggas if you already
 See we bang for the living, use the gun to go to prison
 Doing hell of time with them scandalous bitches
 Back looped out, smoked out hit an another one
 When I'm bombed out, smoked out
 So we swerve in the glass house and we roll the street
 I ran niggas rolling up on us and well up the heat
 I said, What's up you plotted the wrong set
 It's my duty to put my gun this nigga to rest
 Boom, boom, shots from the tech ran out
 Another enemy gone, that's what I'm talking about
 Niggas draw my name out and say they going to kill me
 I aint worried about an damm thang, y'all niggas cant kill me
 See my homies is killers and we do this for passion
 You better get your strap, when you see us we blasting
 We will run up on you nigga their aint going to be no asking
 You better get your strap when you see, we blasting
 Their aint no future in the front you bitches is straight hoes
 Wish niggas want scramble with the foes
 I peel his cap with the boom, boom
 You niggas going die tonight, crip card going ride tonight
 Niggas want to see roll the hardcore
 Dump niggas in the sea
 Many fourteen leave them slope in his front seat
 Approach me I jump my magnum to your teeth
 Hop out the bentley, sagging down to my knees
 Screaming out thug life, throwing slugs in the air
 Leaving in the mansion with no neighbors and don't care
 Drinking Cristile out the bottles
 To the life of luxury, stuck with me, we smoldered with models
 Im an thug nigga, wont die alone without taking an knife
 And shoot an piggy in his face for his third strike
 You cremate me or send me to jail
 Don't give an fuck because I was born in hell
 And every where I go I see the same mother fuckers and I end up back in jail