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(BLOODY MARY) |
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Yo, there was this Crip, Crip, Crip ended up more cripple than handy man |
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Went hoo-ridin' and know who's hidin' in a minivan |
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Surrounded by the sick |
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*************s count to four and E-Rickets |
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Out the ******' door and |
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All the time now I'ma wreck the fly *************t |
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Crabs - steady - screamin' oh my it hurts |
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Please don't put the gun to my ear |
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I do anything you want say anything you wanna hear |
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Say ************* Crabs now |
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I might let you live |
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Baby Sick got something for you |
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Should I tell you what it is |
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What the Piru like |
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You better tell it fast |
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Unless you want a rose up your dead funky ass |
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Wass happenin' Blood? If you say Crab I say killa |
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Fool, I'm bangin' 24-7 now will the |
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*************s with heart - to be one of the few |
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Tell that dusty-ass Crabs |
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Just what they should do |
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Baby Sick said let 'em hear a pop |
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Drop the Crab - grab the Glock |
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Boo boo flag and bhakis got flamed up no doubt |
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The Crab lost his life cause there's never |
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No way out |
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(LILI) |
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Here we go again |
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Doin' *************t just to get paid |
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Gettin' rough, rugged through blue that you can't fade |
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Play the B-Side, the C-Side is wack |
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Gettin' busy with the K gang |
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Now you know where I stay at |
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Hey Mr. Do Or Die I saw you mackin' to my hoe |
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But see it was a setup |
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So I can pull a do-low |
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Sit your ass up got my *************s like I should |
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So I call the homie Bone |
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Yo there's Crabs in the hood |
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But he got away cause he ran |
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Through ?? pass Woodworth |
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Now he's goin' down 1-0-4 |
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(RED RAG a.k.a BIG WY) |
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Once again it's the Dallas mafioso |
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The only times I like Crabs when I'm eatin' on gumbo |
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It's different types of Crabs like the ones that make ya - itch |
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Tha *************t you get |
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For ******' a Ricket ************* |
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Mess with funky ************* trip with no C's |
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Swap Meet shop on County check recipient |
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I'm creepin' through the hood like Freddy Krueger your worst dream |
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When I leave |
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Your hood is a crime scene |
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Remember that peace *************t don't bring it to the Bottomsville |
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Like Seven Up never had it - never will |
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Please M gang everybody is peacin' and the Mafia's peacin' |
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*************s you tweakin' |
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Run run Rickets keep on the hidin' |
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I'm Red Rag and I'm keep on ridin' no way out |
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(REDRUM 781) |
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I keep on ridin' with the strap in my lap |
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You're ******' around and I'll be poppin' hollow point caps |
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I'm pointin' that *************s snaps on the back of they skull |
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Blowin' up your hand cause your gang sign is dull |
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And I've got love for the 'Ru's |
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The Bloods are included Redrum 7-8-1 Crabs are deluted |
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My Gathors givin' a kick |
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Much harder than a push |
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You ************* with my ************* so you get caught up in my ambush |
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Work up back to me to givin' a blast |
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As soon as his Crab-ass party I have to crash |
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I dash - to the cut |
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Grab the Gats so I can end them |
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The Crab mother******s want no what hit them |
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Now, I'm creepin' through the alley like a shadow ready for battle |
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The backyard is pack with |
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People like some cattle |
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The Ricket ************* thought that I was playin' |
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So I hopped on the walls and start to sprayin' |
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Aimin' for the door waitin' for the Crab to bum rush |
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For the head turnin' brains into slush |
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Payback's the *************, Blood that's what I'm about |
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And when I'm on your ass *************, it ain't no mother******' way out |
