| Ten little Crip nig*az runnin outside
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| All from the turf and they bangin out lives
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| Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside
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| Where they don’t die they just multiply
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| So. |
| don’t give them nig*az a reason
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| To turn it into spray season
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| Don’t give them nig*az a reason
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| Because they’ll turn it into Crip season
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| The gangsta’s back, the bank is fat
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| The gangsta mack, in a gangsta 'llac
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| Hmm. |
| fools be like, «Break off some cheese»
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| Friends and enemies, aww nig*a please
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| F*ck, you thought who pumped you up
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| Stop, you stuck too much, pop, drop, you plucked
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| It’s all similar to gettin laaaid
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| On ya back when the motherf*ckin K spraaays
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| I grind for my shine about my bidness
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| Lunatic on the sh*t and I get ignit (ignit)
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| Gonna proceed to squeeze with ease
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| One of these, they can’t believe how I leave 'em
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| Look into a mind of a nig*a that’s crazy
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| Seventeen years old and still a baby
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| Gangstas real, they pop the pill
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| You cap back, young motherf*cker it’s like that
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| Ten little Crip nig*az runnin outside
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| All from the turf and they bangin out lives
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| Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside
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| Where they don’t die they just multiply
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| So. |
| don’t give them nig*az a reason
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| To turn it into spray season
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| Don’t give them nig*az a reason
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| Because they’ll turn it into Crip season
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| Wake up in the morning lookin funny and sh*t
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| F*ck a honey dip. |
| 'cause I got money to get
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| Ain’t no books, ain’t no help, ain’t no role to this
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| Stay focused young homey, that’s the code to this
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| Keep a strap in ya pocket when ya tip through the towns
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| There’s a million motherf*ckers tryna get you down
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| A lot of pain in this game, cocaine is the thang
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| If ya money right then you might get you a chain
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| But if ya money is low, there’s only one way to go
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| Jack a rapper at a local rap radio show
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| So mean, so green, crip back to the block
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| Then brag to the homies, show 'em what you got
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| It’s a gangsta jack (gangsta jack), in gangsta black (black)
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| And they thought we just gangsta rapped
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| Yeah nigga, we take your snaps
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| Your shooby dooby, hooroobies, and your Scooby snacks (It's like that?)
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| It’s like that!
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| Ten little Crip nig*az runnin outside
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| All from the turf and they bangin out lives
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| Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside
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| Where they don’t die they just multiply
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| So. |
| don’t give them nig*az a reason
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| To turn it into spray season
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| Don’t give them nig*az a reason
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| Because they’ll turn it into Crip season
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| It’s a whole lot of fillin when you on the Eastside
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| On the Eastside, ni*ga we ride
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| And it’s a whole lot of dealin when you on the Eastside
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| On the Eastside, ni*ga we ride
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| And it’s a whole lot of stealin when you on the Eastside
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| On the Eastside, ni*ga we ride
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| And it’s a whole lot of killin when you on the Eastside
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| Eastside, yeah nig*a we ride
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| Ten little Crip nig*az runnin outside
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| All from the turf and they bangin out lives
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| Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside
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| Where they don’t die they just multiply
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| So. |
| don’t give them nig*az a reason
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| To turn it into spray season
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| Don’t give them nig*az a reason
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| Because they’ll turn it into Crip season
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| They say it’s crazy out here, it ain’t no more fun
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| I can’t walk down the street without my gun, gun |