| Crabs can’t fade this because I made this to be stainless
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| The mind is a terrible thing to waste so I leave you brainless
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| The shit that I do makes me famous
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| Say my name before you die
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| And I’ll make your death painless
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| My goal is your muthafuckin' throat
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| The adams apple would be slit by my cross bow
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| I throw low blows enough and I cuts like a Ginsu
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| You want to hoo-ride, do you know what you’re gettin' into?
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| I don’t think so I grab your hoe and hit the door
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| Nuthin' but Crabs stranded on Death Row
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| The L to the be blockin' out the third letter (¢)
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| Before I put a slug in the center of your sweater
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| Drop dogs like ?? |
| dogs ?? |
| close
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| Ricket so runnin' up before I hold up my strap
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| And they’re froze
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| No one knows — of my homicidal capacity
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| I’m a pretty boy with the gangsta mentality
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| Hey, what can I say?
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| I let my Uzi do the talkin' and I spray
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| It’s just another muthafuckin' see-K
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| Cowards Run In Pack so they take off
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| Their caskets will be close cause I blew his fuckin' face off
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| «Yeah
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| FRUIT TOWN PIRU nigga
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| They all gettin' see-sick
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| Them DENVER LANES and they all gettin' see-sick "
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| Well I guess I’m a gangsta
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| You probably know me by now
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| But the way that I look when I’m starin' Rickets down
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| I gotta stroll
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| I got so homies that’s old they OG’s
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| My niggas packin' bank rolls
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| When I step up I make Rickets run and hide
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| Committin' suicide — just survival homicide
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| Derange maniac mind of a lunatic
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| So damn nuts I go hunt with the toothpick
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| Cause I remember back to my early years
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| Step punk (pop pop) fuck the Crab and we outta there
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| We use to do that shit again again
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| Kick out the door, say hello to my little friend
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| Gimme the money, the gat and we ready to go
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| We outta here, yo Dogg, grab the yayo
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| Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt
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| But nigga tried be hard, pull a gat outta shirt
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| My nigga Dogg
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| Poppin' one dead in they forehead
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| Stomp his ass as we watch his head bled
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| You see a man fucked up for all and y’all
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| Pump they ass like a muthafuckin' holocaust
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| As we gon' blow in their ass like whistles
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| Pumpin' they ass full of lead like pencils
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| We outta there after that the shit we did
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| My nigga Dog said don’t fuck with the «kid», we on the rampage
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| «Yeah
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| My muthafuckin' Loco and Big Wak it’s gettin' see-sick
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| My homie Pops and my nigga gettin' see-sick "
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| I’m gettin' see-sick
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| I roll through the neighborhood
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| A nigga with a problem
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| A nigga up to no good
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| Take niggas out with the fury of the trigga
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| Have Crabs pourin' out beer for some more nigga
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| Give 'em buck about the nigga and his homie
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| So I creep, pop pop, what my brother told me
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| Me take a nigga out muthafuck' retaliate
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| Roll on a cheese toast then I hit the Main Street
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| Roll through the West Side to pick some real niggas up
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| The homie G-Ride, Spook Dog and my nigga Nutt
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| Five Line ?? |
| niggas ain’t for that peace shit
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| You want to peace something? |
| Piece your ass back together bitch
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| The AK-47 mixed with the maniac
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| Straight Crab crusher, kill a Ricket, niggas on that
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| So as I creep Crab niggas better drop quick
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| Cause I got the 9 and a Deuce and I’m see-sick
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| «Yeah, we give a shot-outs
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| To all them gangsta-ass niggas that’s gettin' see-sick
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| Yeah, one by one check it out
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| East Side BOUNTY HUNTER niggas is gettin' see-sick
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| West Side M Gang, they all gettin' see-sick
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| East Side MILLER GANGSTAS, you know they gettin' see-sick
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| Them WEIRDO Gang and they all gettin' see-sick
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| NINE-DUECE BE-BOPP WATTS niggas they gettin' see-sick
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| See-P-be 's and they all gettin' see-sick
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| Yeah, LUEDERS PARK PIRU niggas are gettin' see-sick
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| Them A-P-G's and they all gettin' see-sick
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| Yeah nigga, what about that West Side A-P-be nigga they gettin' see-sick
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| The INGLEWOOD FAMILY and they all gettin' see-sick » |