Crip 4 Life

Well now I'm creepin' on your ass like a motherfuckin' Frogman

Cixx Pac's the maniac from Franklin

UZI, AK, TEC-9 millimeter

Blastin' out the sunroof, drunk off Margarita

Slobs ain't shit, with roaches, ready for the raid

Let 'em all pile up and watch me spray

The F is for death and when I take that first

They fuck with 1-0-3

You know ain't no more Snoops left

Shit, it's an everyday thang that we gangbang

Watts Franklin Square Crip, know that you can't hang, fool

You get your motherfuckin' cap peeled

Ain't no joke and I'm smokin' all Slobs that's stiff

You thought ya slowed me down when you put me in a wheelchair

But that's OK 'cause I still claimin' Squares

Three Crips and a bone with them F hats on

Cixx Pac, Big Freeze and my **** Young Keystone

G-Bone, pass the Glock 'cause this Slob is set trippin'

In my party while we Crippin'

You know this **** slippin'

Tell all the Cripalettes to get into the wind

You gon' tear gas this motherfucker and trap Slobs in

I can't stand a **** wearin' red shit, dead shit

'Cause then I gotta grab my gun and shoot him in the head and shit

Because I'm livin' in a blue pearl, blue world

It ain't no bitch pussy better than a Crip girl

So Slob **** listen up, pay attention, I'm Scarface from Atlantic

In case I didn't mention, B-Crazy, Lil' Hawk

Just wanna make a bitch and got the gun up to the Slob head

Playin' Russian Roulette, so bet

Now check but do it for your set

And if you down with Slob killin', Cuz

You will say what the heck?

Off-brandies really can't stand me

So I'm surrounded by the Crips in Compton grandies

I cicc cacc, I C cool in the cut

I catch a Slob, I'ma shoot his ass in the nuts

Y'all **** want problems, come to my place

And just remember the name: Atlantic Scarface

Sorta like a dump truck

But I don't dump no dirt

I dump the funk, it's in my trunk to put you Slobs to work

You Snoop **** that try to diss me, we count you up in the street

You couldn't fade me, yo, I'm crazy if you caught me in my sleeping then

Daze me and amazed me that you even tried to creep, the 44 in your face

And have you pushin' up daisies

When push comin' short, I get psycho

So when you fuckin' with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol

The nickname: Freeze

I represent: Watts

And if I catch you slippin' best believe what you get got

The sound is loud when I crack you on the chin

Over then I grin as I bank once again

And when you're knees buckle, punk ****, you'll be seen stars

I'm layin' in the cut to fuck you up

Like the red card

Check this, I'm a Franklin Crip - right

You see me every - night

If you got beef with me, well, ****, you know we can fight

I got my Locs who servin' Snoops with a fat sack

I keep the pistol in my pocket 'cause I watch my own damn back

When I get close to fold? him

It's Freeze so we'll be fadin' 'em

The top will get the drop and where I stand

It's the stadium

Nuthin' beats the feelin' of your grill when I'm stealin'

They don't believe I'm crazy so I guess I gots to kill again

Push from the shoulder, I get wicked

I'm at the top of the crack

Finna kick it with the Crips? Yes

Slob motherfuckers get stoned on in their face

Get within arms distance send the bomber 'cause you in the way

Haters should've told you about Locs like me

I'm arrogant, sarcastic, belligerent and sneaky

You got a bulletproof clan and I keep a plan C

Results of the ghetto, a menace to society

Cuz, I gotta grab the strap, pull the trigga and blast

This Snoop is in my hood and not be give a fuckin' pass

So we got to get gaffled, scuffled then buckled up

Slobs slippin' on this side straight get shot the fuck up

This is BK to the motherfuckin' heart

I'm from Atlantic Drive but got love for Kelly Park

'Cause we put in work and takin' Slobs out without a doubt

Pop, pop, biggety bang, Cuz, duck, run and hide out

Cover up, duck and run, but don't slip

'Cause I'm persistent when it come to empty clips

Click - TEC-9 throw that ass up

Down on the ground Slobs drop the fuck up

He lost his life 'cause he was slippin', flossin' and frontin'

The S on his chest, like he was "Super Slob" or somethin'

S-L-O-B K, I double L-A

That Slob is dead so he can't come to retaliate

Fuck them Slob ****, let 'em come cacc and trip

I got a TEC-9 with two 30 round clips

Off safety 'cause Slob **** hate me

'Cause I ce dumpin' on they ass diggety daily

Fuck them Slob ****

Fuck them brand ****

Fuck them Snoop **** and them Die-'Ru ****

This is the motherfuckin' A-D double C

B-Dog Killa, Cuz, you should've been a L-O-C

Die-'Rus better shake the spot when I'm hot

Got a 17 shot with infra-blue on the Glock

In a drop top deuce, gettin' loose on you Snoop fools

But ain't no rules in this game givin' Slobs blues

Killin' up shit for the Crips on the East Side

Fuck the B-Side, the C-Side is where the two C's ride

You best not forget about the Crips on the West

'Cause they steady puttin' motherfuckin' Slobs to rest

In their caskets

This shit is drastic, you split in half and like magic

You vanish with a cap in your back, bitch

From this East Side gangsta, call me Troll Loc

Dead rags gettin' tagged with a red toe

Jaws brokes, Slobs sold out from the shoulders

Punk, I told ya

So step and I'm gonna fold ya

Bustin' caps on the Slob at night

'Cause this is East Side Kelly Park, Crip 4 Life!

Now once again, my friend, it's time for us to C in

Certain motherfuckers

Lives will end

We on a mission, shit

This is our task

We takin' on fleas, no bargains on ass, ain't no joke

This shit for real so don't be hard

You not the Slob but still

It's like a dream

That's come true

If caught in the zone

Boom, you're through, 'cause I'm serious

I'll make your life sad

And before you know your life's been had

You started this shit

Made your own rule, but you were just too stupid

Sucka, you Snoop, you in a zone

In which we call Atlantic

'Cause when you see us comin' know

Don't Panic

I want you

I want your whofe damn life

And now I'm fill up to ends

Even smoke your wife but not your kids

'Cause they're too young to know

But you fucked up, Cuz

You gotta go