| I woke up One morning ?? |
| because I seen yellow tape
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| Another Slob lying down because he tried to escape
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| Another A-T-L-A-N-T-I-C B-D drive-by
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| As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin’ask me why
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| But they don’t know that I don’t give a fuck
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| I ??? |
| van man hurry up and claimin’Slob but
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| My mama told me stay away from the gang
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| But at the same time I keep my blue rag and my blue strings
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| I used to drag a Slob down the street, kick outta teeth
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| And bang his head against the concrete
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| And my neighbors ain’t no muthafuckin’snitches
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| I jacked a Slob for his riches when I done any stitches
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| You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake
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| They couldn’t wait to join a gang so their lives to be take
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| By me — another down B-G
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| Scarface Atlantic Drive kind of Crip I can’t stand R-E-D
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| But that’s the main point in effects
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| So let me grab my gat — bust back
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| Cause this is Snoop attack
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| All Slobs should be dead by the 9−5
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| Cause in the muthafuckin’graves is where the Snoops lyin'
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| Y’all niggas keep the world a blue atmosphere
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| Two C’s from Compton Crip Cuz and I’m outta here
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| Betta watch your back
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| This is Piru 187
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| Put a Slob on his back with the Mac-11
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| A Kelly with a gun will run and hide
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| It’s a nigga Crip Inch and comin’from the East Side
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| Watch these Slobs just run and duck
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| Cause I ain’t givin’up nuthin’but bad luck
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| Gotta kill at will
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| So I pack my steel
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| Put a Slob on the ground and Cuz that’s real
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| You might say that I’m too far gone
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| Mind lost and tossed
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| Of the age of the terrordome
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| Now I’m off to just makin’a brains hang
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| Runnin’the streets with the muthafuckin’K gang
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| One down but I still ain’t hurt
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| Cause I’m killin’Slobs off from here to get his bird
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| The Mac-11 gon’pop pop pop
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| You get a hole in your head cause I just can’t stop
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| Slobs can’t getaway from this itchy trigga finger
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| Straight Slob killin’Cuz I’m a Crip
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| Fuck them niggas
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| Peel their caps cack with a muthafuckin’Tec-9
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| Slob-ass niggas better muthafuckin’recognize
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| This is the Slob killa A-D double C Flee dog B-Dog
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| Kill a Cuz I’m a L-O-C
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| Sendin’Slob niggas on the stair with the hell
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| ?I came in hell cause I can’t stand that the Blood is smell?
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| So chunk that nigga in a dizitch
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| All Slob killa and that includes a Snoop
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| Bitch I always set the Crip up And won’t give a fuck
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| That’s why I stick the Cripalettes cause I cock this bomb as fuck
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| But you know you gotta watch their punk-ass ho’s too
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| Cause some Cripalette got love for die-'Rus
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| A hoe ain’t shit
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| Sure 'nuff by a Slob bitch
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| Cause they would fuck a Slob
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| And come suck a Crip dick
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| I can’t trust the hoe well, I don’t fuck with Slobs
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| I’m a Locsta and fuck all ???
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| This is a muthafuckin’C-R-I-P
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| Ain’t no love for an S-L-O-B
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| I’m givin’up the K to some Slobs and all ??
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| Slobs wanna trip, Slob nigga bring it on Shot a Slob’s dome with this 30 ?? |
| 6
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| Infra-red scope with the 30 round clip
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| A Compton Crip
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| Bad man, don’t step too close
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| Cause you’s a Slob-ass ex Crip nigga from East Coast
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| That nigga Dog better watch his dome
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| I dig steel in his mouth so my nigga it’s on You ain’t a dog, you’s a M-U-T
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| On the nuts of a Compton B-G
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| Fuck Bangin’On Wax and fuck that True Blue tape
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| Fuck everybody hood if they dissin’the K C I get it strap and I’m ready for a 211
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| Catch a Slob and it’s Slob 187
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| S-N-O-O-P to the K Wreck way when I spray Slobs just ain’t safe
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| Cause it’s on with them muthafuckin’off-brand niggas servin''Rus like
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| Dinner with this itchy trigga finger, puttin’brains to the side walk ??? |
| talk
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| Bitch-ass get choked when they slippin’you caught
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| Fuck all die-'Rus and the families have made 'em
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| Let 'em all claimin’Snoops and now can’t shit save 'em
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| When the set trip is on Slobs cover your dome
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| I catch a cap to the head when I’m gettin’the chrome
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| Lettin’off in your muthafuckin’hood dead rags better duck
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| Cause a Kelly is up to no good
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| See you wearing your colors and watch stroll unload
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| And leave you dead short camouflage to 16 holes
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| Glock 9 causin’doom like that muthafuckin’Armageddon
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| When I step in Slob’s turf
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| Bitch when they see my weapon
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| To the head cause there ain’t no love
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| Ask you: where you from? |
| and blast if your ass say Blood
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| Cause it’s a straight Compton Crip
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| ?Teachin'new lives left?
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| Fuck all y’all
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| I’m claimin’Slob 187
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| Fuck a Slob, fuck a 'Ru
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| And anybody else too
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| See Cuz I gotta do for me Makin’dollars, cluckin’ends for my A-D-C
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| A 'Ru or a Snoop ain’t hard to do away
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| Grab my 9 if you miss to straight spray niggas
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| And it’s Slob killa
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| You can’t come kickin’in my hood muthafucka cause I peel ya
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| I’m rollin’through your hood with much Crip
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| Disrespect
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| Blue’d up on Atlantic and it’s time to set
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| Settle
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| The muthafuckin’score
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| Tec-9 bullets muthafuckas now open up the door
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| And to you Slob muthafuckas that don’t know me Fuck your sets and your dead homies
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| A-D-C up niggas! |