| All my niggas won’t you Crip with me
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| All my bitches won’t you Crip with me
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| If you ain’t Crippin, you my e-ne-my
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| Everybody won’t you Crip with me
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| Awwww!
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| Emcees I assassinate
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| Don’t play no games, don’t procrastinate
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| Got my homeboy Slip, playin 'round with the clip
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| Ready to slap a bitch, and poppin' off at the lip
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| Whatchu want somethin', get my gauge and pop somethin
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| Quick to pull it out, clop ka-pop-pop somethin
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| What the fuck all y’all niggas want to know about the Gang
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| Actin like y’all niggas ain’t really knew my name
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| Nigga you see, we gangstas, hearts and all
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| Let it spark, get the niggas through the dark and all
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| See 'em all runnin through the parkin lot
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| Give a fuck homeboys cuz we sparks it off
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| I’m a R.A.W. |
| dog assassin from the D.P.G
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| And I’ll be one precious and duchess emsee
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| When ya catch us in the cut and ya lookin like what
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| Best believe it be Daz and that nigga Kurupt
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| We got it all locked down cuz you ain’t hittin no mo'
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| Washed up, what the fuck, you ain’t hittin no mo'
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| The radical, dramatical assassin, my gat is askin
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| To motherfuckin blast it, stretch like elastic
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| Now you been a has been, took out the game
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| Ran smack dead into a train, motherfucker
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| And gettin busy like an everyday thing
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| Long Beach, Eastside insane, motherfucker
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| Ske-daddle, emcees, well these two ranest terrorists
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| Pterodactyl overlookin the plains, off a propane flame
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| Stickin niggas paraputic, poetical, we theraputic
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| Emcees propurized, punished, and executed
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| Don’t say I shoot, homeboy shooted
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| You up against the grizzly, cuz McKenzie
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| I’m on a friend, ain’t nothin fun or friendly
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| I’m headed to where your friends be, yea motherfucker
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| You wanna bust it in or off the head motherfucker
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| You heard what I said motherfucker
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| Yea Kurupt, what the fuck, kidnappin 'em duck
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| Niggas like you don’t make it over here
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| Where it’s all about your heart and the clothes you wear
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| I move out this bitch at the age of sixteen
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| Got my first M-16 at eighteen
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| First thing I knew was 11−8 gangstas
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| Then don’t ya know, moved by the 6−0's
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| Ya ever got quoted, well I did nigga
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| Quoted on by, ?, Embart, and Harthone
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| In this land we in homie it’s all about stripes
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| The fool thinkin a nigga settle down with kids and a wife
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| Fuck a bitch homie, but I warned you homeboy
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| You can’t beat on 'em in California, they’ll call the cops on ya
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| Born in the illy philly Philadel
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| When from Sheltoe and Dekes to heat and Canishel
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| When from rhymin on the block, to mini-macks and knots
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| The macks, petas, mini-mags, and Glocks, motherfucker
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| Oh yea, we are most definately in effect
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| Right about now
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| Dogg Pound gangstas
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| Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz
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| Pushin all them other suckers to the side
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| All the niggas ran out on us
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| Shit, we’re soundin dope, we right here
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| Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz
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| Took five years to digest this shit
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| So now you got it, be-atch! |