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script - makin' my grip With the shit that's on it Snap crackle Motherfuckin' pop one shot from my Glock and your punk ass drop hoe Lolly-ass Crab niggas bangin' on wax

homies Mr. Mack and the 10 Cause if it's on then it's on let the funk begin I'm goin' out like a soldier C and the M 45 on my lap 4 extra clips and Lil

a Slob bluffin' the blood bath It's the B-K in me that makes my ride On another homicide As I'm claimin' Nationwide EAST SIDE WATTS FRANKLIN CRIP GANG Swervin' on

still in his mouth so my nigga it's on You ain't a dog, you's a M-U-T On the nuts of a Compton B-G Fuck Bangin' On Wax and fuck that True Blue tape Fuck

for the Crips on the East Side Fuck a B-Side, cause C-Side is where the two C's Ride The best, not forget about the Crip's on the west Cause they steady

Blowin' them brains out and watch this shatter Is splatter on the concrete Another Slob Added to my murder beat, I'm Blue Rag A Crip for life fool Bangin' On Wax

all wrecked You know gangstas in the hood They get respect Here we go again on the smoke roll Five-Deuce, Five-Six Villains goin' on the Crab patrol Takin' out Crabs on

red Stars and red flags Throwin' up Inglewood As my bhakis sag Green Eyes the Y-G Gangsta thug And I fill your ass up with tramp 8 slugs On Bloods I gives

C-Note: a Rollin' 20 Crip forever [DJ QUIK:] [Scratchin':] "the underground is moving thangs" [SIN] Much Crip love On a blue day like this Packin' a .44 Roll in a Crip