Crip Hop

I'm talkin real shit to ya baby
(That real crip shit)
I'm talking crip shit

To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
Like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit
and put it down with this gangsta style

Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks
Certified murder guide through the streets of death
East side ahh, East side, East side
It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin'
Who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey
Ride providin' 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do
On this East side shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin'

(That crip)

Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag
To this motherfuckin' crip hop
Flip your own money, make your own proper
From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash

Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy
If you didn't see 'em it's the East side boys
What y'all know about this here
Duces 'n trayz bangin'
(I'm, talk to me, talk to me)
Duces 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', bangin'
So death to all my enemies and to the homies
To even pro climate that they as real as me
On the East fuck peace we ridin violent
(Gon' C)

Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz try to stop ya

To this motherfuckin' crip hop
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
I'm talkin' real shit to ya baby
Keep it true with the crew from the old to new

I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first introduction
I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer
I'm talking crip shit to you baby

To manage this dramaticness I call my rep
I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to done
(East side, East side)
Dip roam, chip phones, flip and clock
Who is it? Visit the papers, the streets and the labels

To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and skanless
Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip
That's how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies
I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip
Niggaz ran in with toys
Oooh, yeah, that East sider shit
Lick shots and the cops and control your block
(That real crip shit)
We got the hottest shit burnin' on the turntables
Two times, trey times on yo' motherfuckin' ass

Now, if I wasn't rappin' motherfucker y'all be starvin'
G.R. we can G, the East side family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot
When they all try to knock knock knock
(That real crip shit)
Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals

And I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C

Ohh crip is goin down, and baby have no doubt
Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Chuck
It's time to research the documents and pull some files
And we're the best, we rockin' coast to coast
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks
Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get popped
We be mobbin' like a motherfuckin' cut
and we be blowin' dope, and baby that's the shit
In D.C., fuckin' with a breezy, easy, see we see all we can see
I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to done
Every step stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check
To this motherfuckin' crip hop
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first introduction
And duces, never could be faded and all you suckers hate it
Written bill paid but still gotta be a slave
Notice who, participatin' all the activity
If so, grab a nine and start to trip
Dogg Pound groovin', East side is the greatest
On my nuts without bucks like Marvin
These weak niggaz killin' me with their proclivity

And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked

Be a boss hog about your money, float loc
I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't wanna fuck with me
Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met
I'm talking crip shit
Is you hustlin', do you relate to drug smugglin'?
Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass

After peace treaty meetings and the weapons down
Lookin' rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Macs
(Yeh, yeh)
Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks

'Cause I be seein' niggaz being more aggressive now
Fuck where you been it's all about where I been
I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first introduction

Niggaz have done did when the steel'll blast
You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who starvin'
We gonna turn it out and that's on East side L.B.C.
To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top
CRIP 'cause that's all we G
Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top

But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga
(What, what, what?)
And other guys can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the town