[SIX PAC]
Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me

Step with a Mac-11 rollin' too wise
'bout Tec-9's and double up buckshots
Type of %#@! that's real known for killin' a cop

Now what's the flex the F flag, true rag?
THE BLUE RAG!
Lookin' at the news

ANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAG
Crippin' like I crept in the cut
By caught - slippin'

Now he six feet deep
And a ^!$$% with him
Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew

I guess by night you know my heart pump blue
Now as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil Side
^!$$%s with them F's in the end chin Crip or Die

Ain't no escapin' when you enter the Franklin Square
You call it help fool we'll call it true or dare
So remember my name and my mother$#&@in' face

I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates

Slobs keep on slippin'

Slobs keep on slippin'

[AWOL & TROUBLE LOC]

Awol got a down Crip (*##$
Trouble Loc
Down for the Crip %#@!

I caught a few Slobs so I think it's enough
If you my (*##$ come and $#&@ these Slobs up
I only stay K's up

Cause my ^!$$%'s from the K
But this is West/Side mother$#&@in' P.B.H.
Killin' Slob-ass (*##$es and crackers

Quick to kill Crip if that Crab try to jack us
$#&@ the world
All ^!$$%s gotta watch their back

Cause nine times outta ten
I'm peelin' these ^!$$%s caps
Gotta strap cause I feel like slain

On the East/Side
M.S.B.K. fool
The 47 ain't just givin' it up

$#&@ the Slob I'm a mother$#&@in' Compton nut
Straight 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 %#@!, that's on Crip
I can't stand them, I line 'em up, back to back
And I'ma cap them at random

Lettin' the world C known, gettin' know for your hoe
Actin' like you a Snoop but runnin' high when in zone
You'se a (*##$ and that's real, you can feel me?

Diru's talk %#@! but can't get with it or killed it
Mother$#&@in' Loc
You knows I packs a 44 so step

When I bail through your Slob-ass hood, brought a ^!$$% and doin' dirt
So I makes it my job to flag my rag
And pack a strap so I can kill a Slob

Cuz they should've told ya
About the young Trollster
Quick to start %#@!, run up (*##$ and I'ma smoke ya

$#&@ ya, it's on and I'm reachin' for my chrome
Blowin' ?? and ?? with lead at your mother$#&@in' dome
Kelly Crippin' always shippin' when I'm dippin'

Fingers itchy as $#&@ and catch this Slob slippin'

Slobs keep on slippin'

Slobs keep on slippin'

[K-TONE]
You hard, you hang but you change
When you see the 44 chrome on your face, you don't bang, ^!$$%

You flag and sag like it's all good
You lil' (*##$ you only bang in your own hood
You see
Without a pause I'm willin' to die for the cause
Nuthin' to see this scar when I buck

Just watch this Slob fall
He shakin', he fakin', breakin' cause the job ain't done
Now I'm wanted for a murder and I hit-and-run
As I'm runnin'
I take a sip of the bottle

My name's K-Tone and $#&@ the world is the motto
As I'm tossin' my rag, they can't stand it
Because they comin' up short
In the land of the bandit
So $#&@ a ?? from the fame of the video

We can handle 'em when we get up out the studio
I got the gat @@#!ed when I'm dippin'
Because I'm straight Crippin'
So you Slobs keep on...

Slobs keep on slippin'

Slobs keep on slippin'

[BIG FREEZE & BRONCO]
Let us up outta here, loadin', make the block on these bustas
Goin' on out of my hood, it's all good, mother$#&@er
From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village pass the Down
Set trip if you want to but you can't $#&@ with the Fudge Town

Reppin' or scrappin' or ratta-tat-tattin'
Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what's happenin'
My life style 'cause it's just gang related activity
Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded .9 milli
If you caught in the zone a new $$# hole is what I'm tear'in ya
Hope you got insurance cause your people finna bury ya
Bring the strap let the gats crack

I caught another Slob in the hood I'm a loc so I did that
A tiger shark in the dark, creep up the cut then I spray
I'm on that $$# when you dash I chase you down with the 'K
Cause he pisses me off when this Crip catches you ?slippin?
Tryin' to play this game ??? playin' killers and hustlers
Leave this %#@! to these G's and leave this %#@! to us Locs
Cause if I catch you punkin' and gamble you for sure you get smoked

I got my .9 both @@#!ed and my finger on the trigger
So all y'all Slob-ass bustas leave this %#@! to these real ^!$$%s
See I'm the dust kicker, the set tripper
Ain't no one is tellin' $#&@ Slobs ^!$$%
This is anybody killer

Slobs keep on slippin'...