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Lirik Lagu Bloods Crips – Gangsta Shit


By: Admin | Artist: B bloods crips | Published: 2024-14-05T22:37:22:00+07:00
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– send corrections to the typist

[big wy]

yeah

that gangsta–ss sh-t

y-g

y m-th-f-ckin’ g’s

woop! woop!

let these n-gg-s know man

that’s right, n-gg-

yo punk, what’s up fool?

lil’ dawg

[lil’ hawk]

now – i’m headed to the store, once again it’s on

you call it thunderbird i call that sh-t jim jones

i need a fifth

to start off my m-th-f-ckin’ day

i’m feeling good as f-ck and i’m almost my way

just c-k

these – punk–ss n-gg-s this is c-m-g

your number one crab killas (that’s right)

from the 4 to the shaw even century

on figueroa we gotta sowed up

rollin’ with the d.o.b.

f-ck crabs cause n-gg- i blast from the o.g. inglewood (to denver and nebraska)

and i ain’t f-ckin’ with no bustas

only them damu ridin’ c.k’in’ motherf-ckers

and they ain’t show no mercy when they hoo-ride

leavin’ no clues but a motherf-ckin’ homicide

lil’ hawk y-g quick to spree

and c-k you should’ve been a b-the-d-the-o-the-g’zee, fool

ahahaha…

[bronco]

motherf-ck’ a handshake, hugs and a peace treaty

cause i’ll be d-mned if i’m caught slip ‘n slidin’ with my f-ckin’ enemy

now it’s the time to leave the plan of the dot

open your chest or your vest slobs and see you later bop

paper this -ss wax bangers the sh-t done hit the fan locs

squabble and shoot with any and all of you snoop hoes

n-gg- choose your m-th-f-ckin’ weapon

brown this br-ss knuckles or the black smith and wesson – i’m guessin’

that you would play the tough guy and think that you’re the sh-t

but i be comin’ quick with hollow tips and extraclip

fully and creep for the set trip cause i know this sh-t’s stompin’

sn-tch your heart outta your chest

and we can watch you stop breathin’

toe tag, body bags, homicides and hoo-ride

east side rip ridaz it’s ever denver on mine

f-ck all slobs cuz, you die motherf-cker

[batman]

six m-th-f-ckas, 357 hollow point magnum sh-lls

closed casket made this crab mama yell

pendleton, khakis, pig tails

and stars on my feet

me and puff had to wreck

and my homie six ten his feet

i creep ??? specialty

cause i’m a professional

g-ngb-ng is gangsterism

i live my life in dangerous ways

i go days without eatin’ i’m steady sippin’ on night train

c-k rider killin’ crabs till i die

gangsta mr. bat

n-gg-s wonder why why i put it down on a m-th-f-ckin’ crab n-gg-

east side swan gangsta back

down to pull the trigga comin’ through the alley with a m-th-f-ckin’ a-k

yeah, n-gg- – yellow tape

f-ck crabs

f-ck crabs f-ck crabs f-ck 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 or die

snoops rest in peace, n-gg- you know why

mobbin’ down the 3rd, flamed up – like a fire truck

face to face with death stuck sh-t outta luck

n-gg- you just met a dark angel

you can say i walk my satan cause i smoke a slobs handle

kidnap a b-dog then shoot him to the franklin squares

and let the homies take it for me

n-gg- you like red so much

now check this out

time to a chin broke -ss on his head and mouth

but if it’s on then it’s on stick a smash to him

and show the rest of his slob homies how we do him

fool i ain’t playin’ for this 9-4 season

east side f.c.g. n-gg- you know the reason

blue rag hangin’ out the blue d-ckies

mobbin’ down the 3rd, got a mausberg with me

it ain’t no secret how i’m smokin’ a snoop

i take a trip to the 5th and give me a stick and let loose sh-t

and now i figure like the king of the planet

you ain’t crippin’, you slippin’ about to meet my automatic

yeah n-gg- f-ck all slobs, this is f for death

[green eyes]

now it’s a must that i bust on these crabs quick

my m-th-f-ckin’ ??

straight bustin’ out of the station wagon, never draggin’

i gots to kickin’ in out

down in a hole ??? and killin’ every wearin’ flue nap

what’s next?

on my m-th-f-ckin’ menu i got to ?? some m-th-f-ckin’ crab

so put a f-ckin’ cap into

the he-rs- and stripes

green eyes ?? some mo’

and i bend i catch you slippin’, b-mpin’, steady dippin’ on a ‘4

and let me show you f-ckin’ crabs hollow i can get

i kill your whole family and your pregnant crab b-tch about to get birth

to a baby crab

now that n-gg- sh-t outta luck

that’s why i murder the lil’ f-ck

this bangin’ on wax deuce

f-ck a truce

big wy i’m high so p-ss the m-th-f-ckin’ gin and juice

while i slip the clip in it commence the set trippin’

and smoke all these m-th-f-ckin’ crabs that i catch slippin’

yeah f-ck the crabs, i got to say what’s up to the i-f-g gang

[awol]

i went to church for years but i only learned one thang goods

so you can’t blame it on jesus

cause i said love for the neighborhood

i got a cuzzin from elm and one from the mob

i put that on my daddy, i’m a killer n-gg-s, f-ck slob

where you from loc you don’t have to ask me

?? in my tag so my k-p it ain’t sh-t

i served snoops on cherry street

asiatic central ?? where the compton’s meet fool

i g-ngb-ng, hoo-bang, war-bang

see my name struck up on the 91 freeway

so all slobs better hide tonight

hide tonight cause the k gang’s hoo-ridin’

on my side – east side – your side

them slobs from the other side get off for fight, right

you might run from a kelly with heat

cause the slobs ain’t dead got to rest in peace, n-gg-


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