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
Fuck Crabs fuck Crabs fuck Crabs! Shots out to the Bloods and Pirus, what's up Blood? Ninety Four - we out [SIX PAC] Crip or cry, Crip or cry, Crip, Crip, Crip
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
on this Crab That bitch AWOL Tryin' to bang with a ?shank? Well, we'll rush you niggas on the count of 4 And all that Crab shit what is you bangin' for
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
this motherfuckin' dog hollerin' "What's up Blood!?" 1-0-4 like I said, always draped in red And if I hear you say "Crab" then nigga it's on And your
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
[AWOL] I wanna kill a Slob it's the fifth of the month Blue rag on my head, on my side, on the front Blue Pumas on my feet, blue khakis on my ass Black
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
the "o" Doin' missions on them niggas Crip shit you know, you see He was down for the ruthless shit Smoke three enemies and remember that bitch That he drive-byed on
East/Side Kelly Park Crippin' We stay set trippin' On them Slobs that's slippin' Slobs keep on slippin' Slobs keep on slippin' [TROLL] Undercover Slob ain't shit, that's on Crip
bucked, while YG's on our nuts Tryin' to stomp not givin' a fuck, bangin' out Coupes, Cut- Cutlasses and Regals, Desert Eagles in our laps Not to stash, we on