| Nationwide Rip Ridaz swervin' on all gold D’s
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| The gang is Watts Franklin Crip
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| The name is Big Daddy Freeze, a loc down
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| Dirty loc — always out — for the come-up
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| Bitches ?? |
| with team but they too scared to run up
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| Now look at me than look at you and tell me what would you do
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| With 16 rounds of hollow points comin' at you
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| Cause I ain’t with
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| That fussin' or discussion
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| Nuthin' I’d just rather grab the .9 and start bustin'
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| Cause Locs put in work
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| Slobs you’d plug to the dirt
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| Disrespect the Crip and your ass got to get hurt
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| I’m livin' life in the fast lane
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| Swervin' on gold Dan’s
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| Bangin' with the Eastside Watts Franklin Square Crip gang
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| Smokin' in-do and drinkin' Hennessy
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| But know I’m back
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| On the strip for tryin' to serve my bid but One
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| Times got hot
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| Due to the neighborhoods snitches
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| Who just couldn’t stand to see a Crip stack his riches
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| So just like cause they go to tittle-tattle
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| Now I’m in a jail cell
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| With a hundred thousand dollar bill
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| Oh hell, the bigger homies can’t help me G
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| I dummied up press my luck
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| Now I’m stucked in the County
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| I’m steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues
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| Leavin' fools with brews it’s from the state boots
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| I’m steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues
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| Leavin' fools with brews it’s from the state boots
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| How can I ease the pain?
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| They got me waitin' on, they can’t fight case off the case
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| Try to take me out the gang
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| All right is in the court let me hear y’all lies
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| I’m afraid of God that you dirty motherfuckers get chest ??
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| They’re judging my past and not my future
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| When give me no reason and show no mercy when I do it
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| It ain’t over you presidents motherfuckers just begin it
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| I gotta defend it but ??? |
| so I be gone till november, now remember
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| Young ridaz standin' tall like a trophy
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| Fuck photographs it means you motherfuckers don’t know me
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| Not slowly
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| Walk to me to my hold in tank
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| Shuckled down to the ground cause they know I bank one
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| The Eastside Nationwide Rip Ride locster
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| Mac-11 keepin' one in the chamber
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| Gang banger
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| Pistol slinger
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| Puttin' fools in they caskets
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| Let niggas have it the crazy-ass bastard
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| I’m steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues
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| Leavin' fools with brews it’s from the state boots
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| I’m steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues
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| Leavin' fools with brews it’s from the state boots
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| My momma told me in tears stay out the street life
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| But this is Watts Eastside Ridaz ain’t nuthin' nice
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| Comin' up young
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| I took a life into my bigga G’s
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| And to my brothers cause I be younger so it’s code 3
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| Puttin' in work
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| For the turf
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| Ready to kill since 1985 and hard times got real thick
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| Moms and pops never knew a nigga was bangin' khakied up
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| Chucked up
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| And dollars joint slangin' uh
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| I’m givin' a fuck about the One-Times
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| All on my mind is makin' ends up and savin' all my nickels and all my dimes
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| I’m steadily tryin' to stack my cash right
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| Up all night
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| Sellin' 'avi and livin' lavishly in the street life
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| But know my brothers movin mouth and mash
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| So expected playa flossin in a Thunderbird S. E
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| I’m locked down but I’m tired of this bullshit
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| But when I cock down I gotta get it better than this
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| I’m steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues
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| Leavin' fools with brews it’s from the state boots
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| I’m steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues
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| Leavin' fools with brews it’s from the state boots
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| To Crip
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| Or not to Crip
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| Is the question
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| Who’s testin?
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| I packs it like Smiff-n-Wesson
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| The hood done took sure me
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| Everybody crazy packin' 380s
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| Pullin' drive-bys on miss daisy
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| Hoodratz havin' babies
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| Daily, crime pays me
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| Plus I got a gang of homies pushin up dazzies
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| The streets made me
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| When I die
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| They gon' take me
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| Over straight soldier wanna hold the four leaf clover
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| Don’t know ?? |
| you lucky robber your scrill like Al Pacino
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| It’s the life of a young baby loc
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| Out on his own
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| In the danger zone to roam
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| Cause wasn’t no daddy home in this world
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| That’s to destroy in a burnin' zone
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| I’m steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues
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| Leavin' fools with brews it’s from the state boots
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| I’m steady payin' the devil his dues, represent trues
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| Leavin' fools with brews it’s from the state boots |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Payin' Dues , by - CRIPS. Song from the album Nationwide Rip Ridaz II - Betrayed (Can't Trust Nobody), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп