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BLOODS & CRIPS lyrics : "C-sick"

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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 %#@! that I do makes me famous
Say my name before you die
And I'll make your death painless

My goal is your mutha$#&@in' 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 mutha$#&@in' C-K
Cowards Run In Pack so they take off
Their caskets will be close cause I blew his $#&@in' face off


"Yeah
FRUIT TOWN PIRU ^!$$%

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 ^!$$%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 damn nuts I go hunt with the toothpick
Cause I remember back to my early years

Step punk (pop pop) $#&@ the Crab and we outta there
We use to do that %#@! again again
Kick out the door, say hello to my little friend

Gimme the money, the gat and we ready to go
We outta here, yo Dogg, grab the yayo
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt

But ^!$$% tried be hard, pull a gat outta shirt
My ^!$$% Dogg
Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Stomp his $$# as we watch his head bled
You see a man $#&@ed up for all and y'all
Pump they $$# like a mutha$#&@in' holocaust

As we gon' blow in their $$# like whistles
Pumpin' they $$# full of lead like pencils
We outta there after that the %#@! we did

My ^!$$% Dog said don't $#&@ with the "kid", we on the rampage

"Yeah

My mutha$#&@in' Loco and Big Wak it's gettin' C-sick
My homie Pops and my ^!$$% gettin' C-sick"


[LIL' STRETCH]
I'm gettin' C-sick
I roll through the neighborhood

A ^!$$% with a problem
A ^!$$% up to no good
Take ^!$$%s out with the fury of the trigga

Have Crabs pourin' out beer for some more ^!$$%
Give 'em buck about the ^!$$% and his homie
So I creep, pop pop, what my brother told me

Me take a ^!$$% out mutha$#&@' retaliate
Roll on the ?? then I hit the Main Street
Roll through the West Side to pick some real ^!$$%s up

The homie G-Ride, Spook Dog and my ^!$$% Nutt
Five Line ?? ^!$$%s ain't for that peace %#@!
You wanna peace something? Piece your $$# back together (*##$
The AK-47 mixed with the maniac
Straight Crab crusher, kill a Ricket, ^!$$%s on that

So as I creep Crab ^!$$%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-ass ^!$$%s that's gettin' C-sick

Yeah, one by one check it out
East Side BOUNTY HUNTER ^!$$%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 ^!$$%s they gettin' C-sick
C-P-B's and they all gettin' C-sick
Yeah, LUEDERS PARK PIRU ^!$$%s are gettin' C-sick
Them A-P-G's and they all gettin' C-sick
Yeah ^!$$%, what about that West Side A-P-B ^!$$% they gettin' C-sick

The INGLEWOOD FAMILY and they all gettin' C-sick "

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