| From dawn 'til dusk another slob bites the dust
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| When Blue Rag straight start to bust
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| ?? |
| in the streets from a ?? |
| troop
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| Let’s put away our guns and straight throw up a duel
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| Fuck that rappin', let’s scuffle to see who’ll buckle
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| I’ll bet you I’ll win ‘cause I’m ?? |
| knuckles
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| And knock you out, flat on your back
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| Then grab the strap, pull the trigger and peel your cap
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| ‘Cause I woke up early this morning
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| Load up my mag before I gotta ?? |
| yearning
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| Set off to kill me a Piru
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| ‘Cause I’m the other shit and I love ?? |
| red and blue
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| When vicious thoughts in my mind of killin' a snoop
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| And I’ma keep on crippin' cause' it’s a must with no fuzz
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| Another slob bites the dust
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| Creepin' on a mission in the motherfuckin' dark
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| It’s the nigga Crip Inch from Compton Kelly Park
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| Eyes low off the indo, strapped with the .44
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| Just watch how the gun smoke
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| I get loose off the Crip juice
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| Kill another six-deuce, just fadin' the ‘iru
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| Three times for the C-R-I-P
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| Now you know why we stopped the peace treaty
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| Bark in my heart, so nigga don' trip
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| A Crip face will go from cliff to cliff
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| Mo' love for my six dead homies
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| So a nigga just goin' off forty
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| Crooked eye to the brain got me insane
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| So a nigga just runnin' with the K-gang
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| Down for Crip, and down to bust
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| It’s a must, a slob gotta bite the dust
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| Cloody Mary, I don’t know how you would have recovered
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| Too bad you couldn’t ?? |
| get you to the album cover
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| By the way have a gunshot wound to your head
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| You knew not to step in my cell ring dead
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| Did you think you could outrun the bullet in my gun?
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| Damn, slob bitch you’s is straight dumb
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| I guess it’s ‘cause the set that they from
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| Niggas in red claimin' gangstas, the cities, yes
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| I go here on scene, they say to all the real niggas: «Throw up your signs»
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| And all the Crip motherfuckers kick the «Kill a slob"-rhyme
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| Crip in ?? |
| if you down with your set
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| To put a muthafuckin' snoop bitch down with a knick knack paddy wack
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| Give a slob a slug
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| Point blank range into his muthafuckin' mug…
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| Yeah nigga, BK is back
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| I’m ‘bout to jack me some slobs on muthafuckin' wax
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| Cuz, I can’t stand a nigga wearin' red
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| Catch his ass slippin', shoot him dead in his fuckin' head
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| ‘Cause I was bred to be a lunatic
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| Straight from the streets so you know I ain’t takin' shit
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| So it’s time for me to check
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| Them slob ass niggas who dissed my set
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| Fuck Avenue Piru
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| And your slob ass momma who had you fool
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| And it’s comin' from a G not a mark
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| How in the fuck you gone diss Kelly Park?
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| Blue coat, blue pants, blue beanie, and blue shoes
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| Got me livin', givin' niggas the blues
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| You motherfuckin' right I’m a ricket
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| I must kill a slob then I must go and kick it
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| Drop the bomb and get on and take my black ass home
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| ‘Cause when they see the Crip face slobs turn to stone
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| No time to ball or run you better duck
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| You’re shit outta luck and stuck while I’m jackin' for bucks
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| Inch grab the AK, and it’s aim
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| Nuts, guts, head and brains
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| So when I see a shadow duck from the window
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| I kill a slob, then you hear the wind blow
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| Six-four droppin', fat ass foppin'
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| Givin' up the K every hood that I stop in
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| Eight to the face, fuck it, it’s on
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| It all went down on Elm and Slough
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| Yellin' out K-gang down to gang bang
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| Killin' lots and watch all the brains hang
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| Baby gangsta down for the Crip shit
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| See a slob and let my clip spit
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| Dead flag make a nigga wanna cuss
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| So trust, a slob gotta bite the dust
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| Kelly Park, Atlantic Drive
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| Neighborhood and Southside!
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| Kelly Park, Atlantic Drive
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| Neighborhood and Southside!
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| Kelly Park, Atlantic Drive
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| Neighborhood and Southside!
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| It’s all the way live in Compton muthafucka (yeah)
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| Steppin' on you slobs' feet (that's right)
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| Crunchin' them motherfuckers up (hahaha)
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| (For the east side!) |