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(BIG FREEZE) |
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Catch the beat for the Ace Duece Trey |
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Big Freeze is in effect for 94 and I'mma spray |
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Tec-9 hollow point tips on your Slob-ass killin snoops |
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In the street with me and he won't |
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Last a second, come to checkin' all you slobs with the quickness |
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Dumpin' with the Tec you close you're eyes and try you wish this |
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This was a dream and maybe one day you'll wake up |
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But you ran upon the wrong Franklin Crip and got bucked |
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Right back in your muthafuckin' place |
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Big Freeze got the nine in your muthafuckin' face |
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And just to let you know I ain't no muthafuckin' ho |
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Hot feeling full of lead and leave your body on the floor |
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It's BK Crippin' all the time when I ride Nationwide |
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East Side Franklin Crippin' , so you Slobs better hide |
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And if you don't when I see you I'ma kill you |
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You can bet your bottom dollar fool I'll peel you |
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(BATMAN) |
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This ain't no poser but I be bang Crabs to pieces |
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Wonderful one to his head and deceased him |
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Point blank range it was strange the way it happened |
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East Side Swans pulled up and started cappin' |
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Crabs been runnin' and duckin' and try to get the fuck away, but it's too late |
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Cause I popped hI'm with the H.K. pop |
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Miggety gun between the Crabs with me strap with me Nine |
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Buck buck buck buck buck E-Ricket always die |
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Me kick the rasta shit hI'm make me mad I get with him |
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Me comin' from South Central ??? me say trick |
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Bickin it kickin it and stoppin it, pissin' and jackin' a punkin' the Crab dude |
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Me love to smokin' chronic, drink O.E. and act a fool |
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Some Crab in me hood losin' life for ?? chip |
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Me happy to Glock and got and show 'em for no pity |
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Blood, me gangsta from me hood, me killin' never like a slut |
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Or me can do the ?? because them snitch like a ?? |
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(SIX PACC) |
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I got the feelin' there's anotha Slob killin' in my hood |
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Niggaz gettin' suited and booted up to no good |
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Shootin' up everything and Tec-9 bail ringin' |
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Showin' the punk-ass snoops how we gangbangin' |
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Psycho assassin I laugh when I stick 'em |
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Then I bury hI'm alive cause the fool wasn't Crippin' |
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I got a double barrel sawed-off, point it at the hostage |
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Had your mama ransom and still shock the bitch |
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You better ask somebody about Six Pacc |
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Original Gangsta well known to peel a cap |
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3 o' clock in the morning the "F" Gang creepin' |
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To see if we can catch another Slob slippin |
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C-rag hangin' off the Gauge as I blast fool until you know this is Crip |
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And you don't have to ask |
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Evil side never die, fool it's no mistery |
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Crabs runnin' the ocean I'm from the C |
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(GREEN EYES) |
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Now as I tight'n up my flags, my bhakis sag low |
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Banged up for Inglewood, yeah 104 |
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'bout to pull a jack in my bucket, nigga Pumpkin |
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Saw the first rip, who slipped, put some' in his chest |
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Set trippin' I'mma bust on his ass quick |
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210 pounds lettin' of 50 rounds |
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Gunnin 'em down for the homies that's B.I.P |
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It's called payback I stay strapped, I packs a Mac-1 |
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Brazy like Rambo I'm lettin' of ammo with my 9, 16 shot |
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Fuck all these Crabs lies in the studio |
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Tryin' to act like they hard |
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But you done pushed me to my limit like a muthafuckin credit card |
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??? fired up the motherfuckin' strap |
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Green eyes got something off his chest ready to be expressed |
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Fuck all ya'll Crabs, ya'll niggaz ain't shit |
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And you will never catch Green Eyez mackin' to a Crab bitch |
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(G-BONE) |
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Slob-ass niggaz C's up what that Crip like |
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Niggaz don't understand that I'm a C, a Crip 4 life |
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Slob-ass fools in my city nigga fear me |
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It's the A to the D.C. rip fuck the B |
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Atlantic Drive Crippin' is where I'm from |
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If you can tell |
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??? that Slob niggas know that they can't spell |
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Nigga this is Slob killa, I spell it out |
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For you S.L.O.B.K. I double L.A. Crip nigga |
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South Side Atlantic Drive makin' Slob panic |
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Dippin' in a G |
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With that muthafuckin' automatic strap out the window, pop pop now it's on |
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A bitch made Slob nigga caught two in their dome |
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On the Crens with they burgundy pants caught slippin' |
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While I'm dippin' to the other side set trippin' |
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Crippin' to the fullest, fuck Slob nigga this is Crip |
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I kill a Slob nigga and I smoke a Slob bitch |
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(?) |
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Now bick back and relax as I kick the facts about you |
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Muthafuckin' scary-ass Crabs that just be Bangin On Wax |
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True facts and not fiction |
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And if you wanna buy ?? gimme your money nigga steady dippin' |
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You motherfuckin' right that's how the gangsta go and do it |
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Sin Joke come to ?? you to stretch you, but that Ricket blew it |
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Mark-ass Crabs droppin shit like a Sega |
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I called up G-Pops and told hI'm my nigga need the Desert Eagle |
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Blood I think some shit finna jump |
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So tell Dogg to bring the nine millimeter and the pistol grip pump |
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Yeah, that should handle this |
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A Bounty Hunter from Watts, so I'm forcin' niggas scandelous |
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And I'm down for whatever |
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I got the extra long clip hangin' out my motherfuckin' 'Retta |
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Gettin' ready for a C.K |
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Here comes some ?? from that Ricket nigga with no further delay |
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(TROLL LOC) |
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Load up the guns cause now you fuckin' with a killa trigga cop |
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Bust some shots at you Slob-ass niggas talkin' shit |
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You's a bitch and I'll put that on my momma |
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If I catch you in these streets - I'ma leave your ass in trauma |
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This shock well and don't bail on T.R.O. double L |
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Cause dead rag gettin' toe tagged from hot shells |
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Ride throught my hood in that motherfuckin' red |
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I put my gun to your head and leave you dead enough said |
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(AWOL) |
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Now as I hear this on line if you really gon' blast |
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I got a flea on my dick, for puttin' in it their dogs ass |
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"Damn Blood that Ricket nigga was wild" |
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I call myself a dog say fuck hI'm doggystyle uh uh |
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Smooth sellin' on a gay-ass snoop |
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The main bitch at my house straight smokin' a loop |
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K.P. to the motherfuckin' H |
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Fuck all Slob this the muthafuckin' K |
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(DOGG & LI'L HAWK) |
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Gimme the strap goddamn so I can bust on this Crab |
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That bitch AWOL |
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Tryin' to bang with a ?shank? |
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Well, we'll rush you niggas on the count of 4 |
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And all that Crab shit what is you bangin' for |
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Fuck talkin' with you niggas, fuck ?? with you niggas |
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Fuck rappin' with you niggas I don't believe you niggas |
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It don't stop, I slip in my clip and set trip |
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It's the Dogg and Hawksta, Weirdos and Mafias |
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Mafia/Weirdos it really don't matter |
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I grab my nine and make it rat-a-tat-tatter |
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Now we be rollin' in my muthafuckin' G- ride |
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It's me Lil' Hawk and the Dogg showin' these Crabs what that "B" like |
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Weirdo gangsta's and the 10 and tha 4 |
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Fuck all Crabs in the studio |
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Biiatch |
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Tricks in this basket |
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Busta-ass Crab-ass ?? |
