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lirik lagu bloods crips - c-sick

(redrum 781)
crabs can’t fade this because i made this to be stainless
the mind is a terrible thing to waste so i leave you brainless
the sh-t that i do makes me famous
say my name before you die
and i’ll make your death painless
my goal is your m-th-f-ckin’ throat
the adams apple would be slit by my cross bow
i throw low blows enough and i cuts like a ginsu
you wanna hoo-ride, do you know what you’re gettin’ into?
i don’t think so i grab your hoe and hit the door
nuthin’ but crabs stranded on death row
the l to the b blockin’ out the third letter (¢)
before i put a slug in the center of your sweater
drop dogs like? dogs? close
ricket so runnin’ up before i hold up my strap
and they’re froze
no one knows – of my homicidal capacity
i’m a pretty boy with the gangsta mentality
hey, what can i say?
i let my uzi do the talkin’ and i spray
it’s just another m-th-f-ckin’ c-k
cowards run in pack so they take off
their caskets will be close cause i blew his f-ckin’ face off

“yeah
fruit town piru n-gg-
they all gettin’ c-sick
them denver lanes and they all gettin’ c-sick”

(red rag)
well i guess i’m a gangsta
you probably know me by now
but the way that i look when i’m starin’ rickets down
i gotta stroll
i got so homies that’s old they og’s
my n-gg-s packin’ bank rolls
when i step up i make rickets run and hide
committin’ suicide – just survival homicide
derange maniac mind of a lunatic
so d-mn nuts i go hunt with the toothpick
cause i remember back to my early years
step punk (pop pop) f-ck the crab and we outta there
we use to do that sh-t again again
kick out the door, say h-llo to my little friend
gimme the money, the gat and we ready to go
we outta here, yo dogg, grab the yayo
n-body moves, n-body gets hurt
but n-gg- tried be hard, pull a gat outta shirt
my n-gg- dogg
poppin’ one dead in they forehead
stomp his -ss as we watch his head bled
you see a man f-cked up for all and y’all
pump they -ss like a m-th-f-ckin’ holocaust
as we gon’ blow in their -ss like whistles
pumpin’ they -ss full of lead like pencils
we outta there after that the sh-t we did
my n-gg- dog said don’t f-ck with the “kid”, we on the rampage

“yeah
my m-th-f-ckin’ loco and big wak it’s gettin’ c-sick
my homie pops and my n-gg- gettin’ c-sick”

(lil’ stretch)
i’m gettin’ c-sick
i roll through the neighborhood
a n-gg- with a problem
a n-gg- up to no good
take n-gg-s out with the fury of the trigga
have crabs pourin’ out beer for some more n-gg-
give ’em buck about the n-gg- and his homie
so i creep, pop pop, what my brother told me
me take a n-gg- out m-th-f-ck’ retaliate
roll on the? then i hit the main street
roll through the west side to pick some real n-gg-s up
the homie g-ride, spook dog and my n-gg- nutt
five line? n-gg-s ain’t for that peace sh-t
you wanna peace something? piece your -ss back together b-tch
the ak-47 mixed with the maniac
straight crab crusher, kill a ricket, n-gg-s on that
so as i creep crab n-gg-s better drop quick
cause i got the 9 and a deuce and i’m c-sick

“yeah, we give a shot-outs
to all them gangsta–ss n-gg-s that’s gettin’ c-sick
yeah, one by one check it out
east side bounty hunter n-gg-s is gettin’ c-sick
west side m gang, they all gettin’ c-sick
east side miller gangstas, you know they gettin’ c-sick
them weirdo gang and they all gettin’ c-sick
nine-duece be-bopp watts n-gg-s they gettin’ c-sick
c-p-b’s and they all gettin’ c-sick
yeah, lueders park piru n-gg-s are gettin’ c-sick
them a-p-g’s and they all gettin’ c-sick
yeah n-gg-, what about that west side a-p-b n-gg- they gettin’ c-sick
the inglewood family and they all gettin’ c-sick “

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