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[DO OR DIE]I'm holdin' my 9Fillin' the clip with Teflon Tips, soWhen I pull the triggerIt's penetratin' shitI grab my gat and pull the trigger of the 9Shoot you in the head, it's gonna blow your fuckin' mindI'm peelin' caps like monkey peels bananaA killer for hireJust like ??Or spits upSlobs be flamin' but my 9 is quickerI'm crippin' for life so Slobs I'm gonna get yaUh, I'm bendin' corners, rollin' rowds in this cutDrinkin' hurt and jerkSmokin' on the bluntBurnin' down, crippin' ain't easy yo hysteriaWatch slow, here I go, Slobs yellin': HIT THE FLOOR!But it's too late cause I'm smokin' on some shitPoppin' the trigger quickAnd poppin' another clipPoppin' the trigger quickAnd poppin' another clip, it's that ?? gasThe fuckers bendin' corners againSongtexteTurn up the sound - feelin'Act from the killin' bitch to park itAs I flee from the scene jump into my rideAnd go through Martin Luther King till my nigga SinFor him I'm all in" ... muthafuckin' bullet I got your back Goddamn right 'cause You don't hear me though Fuck all y'all Slobs Puttin' in much work "[BLUE RAG]I'm deliverin' real in every form and characteristicLayin' Slobs in their muthafuckin' casketPuttin' in work cause my mind's goneLookin' on my chrome to blow for Slobs goneAnd watch him bleed cause I carelessI don't give a fuckI put you more in this chestSo beware of the nigga named Blue RagA crazy-ass Crip with a 4-4 MagSo watch out cause I'ma get you tooAnother Slob bites the dust, fool!Put my pen through the paperI'm holdin' Crip caperTo kill me a SlobMentally or taperBut if you want to go further than thatI get physicalAnd peel your muthafuckin' cap backI give a fuck I want my sign throwJust to let you knowFor your muthafuckin' infoTrick-ass niggaRemove the dreadYou live a life longerAnd one in the ?bed? (smoke him)Cause I'm a trigga happy Crip straight Slobs killin' expertPuttin' in much work" Puttin' in work for the muthafuckin' Slob-ass niggas Goddamn right You know I'm sayin' Right Nigga Sin... Hurtin' and all that... muthafuckers Doin' dirt like that you know I'm sayin' nigga This is Crips, ahaha "[AWOL]My nigga Sin got shot so I jumped in my '4Swoop around the corner then I'm aimin' for the windowI saw a shadowThe rival not the wrong oneIt doesn't matterSo I just can smoke a Slob oneI heard the fingers, Slob's momas started runnin' outI'm vibratin' cause my bullet keep comin' outPuttin' in work a nigga said by jarWhile I'm trippin' and sendin' Slobs to the morgue (ahaha)Elm StreetJust got picked offDued to the fact that caine game got ticked offI told the Slob I was out to getSo I pause for a minute to reload the clip (Oh yeah Loc)I pump the few right there in his assBut then I dumped downAnd told Crip it's the hit the gasBack to the hood that's where I hide outCause I'm the original, only Snoops just died outYou never know what a nigga is burnin' forLet's know what a nigga is gunnin' forFind a Slob and it's delivery (deliver his ass)I put in work so my day is complete" Aw goddamn right we gon' puts' in muthafuckin' work Snoop-ass Avenues Pirus A-P-be bullshit All you muthafuckin' Crenshaw Maggots CARIP! Inglewood Faggots Fuck all you Slob-ass niggas "[DO OR DIE]Another night on a missionDumpin' the barrel, dumpin' the highDumpin' the bucks that I'm dishin'I see y'all nigga from the other side (kill his ass)Hold up my gunAnd aim for his fuckin' eyesAnd when I'm goneI'm drinkin' on some liquorFast ?? to take Slobs only get killed quicker[BLUE RAG]Fruitfully speakin' Blue Rag straight shitTo kill me a SlobThis muthafuckin' weekend (say why!)Cause I'm a CripA Crip for life, GPleadin' guiltyTo charges of insanityI'm goin' crazy every minute of the hourCrip to the heart but it's still black powerFuck the S to the L to the O-be Stay down with Crip cause Crip with me(Said smoke that muthafucka)[AWOL]Now I'ma stay downAnd down for the missionLet me get my Gat load ??? so I can this shitA Gee, a rideA grey Six TreyNow I can get the A-K, you goin' in plate, uhAll right down, white down, show 'em hurt (nigga)I gotta hearse to jerk and straight puttin' in work" Puttin' in work Goddamn Snoops Smoke them muthafuckin' Snoops Goddamn right, 'cause Kill their punk bit ass, you know I'm sayin' Crippin' ain't easy Sorry muthafuckas I know Crippin' ain't easy You gon' puttin' in work for the 9-3's and the 9-4 Fuck all you Slob-ass niggas We gon' kill you mentally And not physically on this motherfuckin' tape... This is for you Sin Cause this is Crip 4 Life Goddamn right 'cause Now I love the Crip niggas layin' in peace Crippin' ain't easy... I put in work... " Aus Songtexte Mania