| Yo, there was this Crip, Crip, Crip ended up more cripple than handy man
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| Went hoo-ridin' and know who’s hidin' in a minivan
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| Surrounded by the sick
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| Niggas count to four and E-Rickets
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| Out the fuckin' door and
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| All the time now I’mma wreck the fly shit
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| Crabs — steady — screamin' oh my it hurts
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| Please don’t put the gun to my ear
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| I do anything you want say anything you wanna hear
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| Say fuck Crabs now
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| I might let you live
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| Baby Sick got something for you
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| Should I tell you what it is
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| What the Piru like
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| You better tell it fast
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| Unless you want a rose up your dead funky ass
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| Wass happenin' Blood? |
| If you say Crab I say killa
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| Fool, I’m bangin' 24−7 now will the
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| Niggas with heart — to be one of the few
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| Tell that dusty-ass Crabs
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| Just what they should do
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| Baby Sick said let 'em hear a pop
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| Drop the Crab — grab the Glock
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| Boo boo flag and bhakis got flamed up no doubt
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| The Crab lost his life cause there’s never
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| No way out
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| Here we go again
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| Doin' shit just to get paid
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| Gettin' rough, rugged through blue that you can’t fade
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| Play the B-Side, the C-Side is wack
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| Gettin' busy with the K gang
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| Now you know where I stay at
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| Hey Mr. Do Or Die I saw you mackin' to my ho
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| But see it was a setup
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| So I can pull a do-low
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| Sit your ass up got my niggas like I should
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| So I call the homie Bone
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| Yo there’s Crabs in the hood
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| But he got away cause he ran
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| Through ?? |
| pass Woodworth
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| Now he’s goin' down 1−0-4
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| Once again it’s the Dallas mafioso
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| The only times I like Crabs when I’m eatin' on gumbo
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| It’s different types of Crabs like the ones that make ya — itch
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| Tha shit you get
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| For fuckin' a Ricket bitch
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| Mess with funky cock trip with no C’s
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| Swap Meet shop on County check recipient
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| I’m creepin' through the hood like Freddy Krueger your worst dream
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| When I leave
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| Your hood is a crime scene
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| Remember that peace shit don’t bring it to the Bottomsville
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| Like Seven Up never had it — never will
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| Please M gang everybody is peacin' and the Mafia’s peacin'
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| Niggas you tweakin'
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| Run run Rickets keep on the hidin'
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| I’m Red Rag and I’m keep on ridin' no way out
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| I keep on ridin' with the strap in my lap
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| You’re fuckin' around and I’ll be poppin' hollow point caps
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| I’m pointin' that niggas snaps on the back of they skull
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| Blowin' up your hand cause your gang sign is dull
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| And I’ve got love for the 'Ru's
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| The Bloods are included Redrum 7−8-1 Crabs are deluted
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| My Gathors givin' a kick
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| Much harder than a push
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| You fuck with my bitch so you get caught up in my ambush
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| Work up back to me to givin' a blast
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| As soon as his Crab-ass party I have to crash
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| I dash — to the cut
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| Grab the Gats so I can end them
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| The Crab motherfuckers want no what hit them
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| Now, I’m creepin' through the alley like a shadow ready for battle
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| The backyard is pack with
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| People like some cattle
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| The Ricket nigga thought that I was playin'
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| So I hopped on the walls and start to sprayin'
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| Aimin' for the door waitin' for the Crab to bum rush
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| For the head turnin' brains into slush
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| Payback’s the bitch, Blood that’s what I’m about
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| And when I’m on your ass nigga, it ain’t no motherfuckin' way out |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Way Out, artist - Bloods & Crips. Album song Bangin on Wax, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп