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bloods crips – bangin’ on wax lyrics

(genuine draft a.k.a domino)
genuine draft with the gat
can you see the slob slippin’ as i aim for the heart by connect with the level
that i’ma bust to this n-gg- now he’s slippin’
two to the head now if he? toiled? like a simpson
now them snoops from them switch block
? with the slobs on the m-th-f-ckin’ crip track
i don’t know but he feels me when laughter
so peep this crip sh-t for this b-tch line slob–ss n-gg-

(lil’ stretch)
f-ck all these crab n-gg-s
guess what, guess who, crab killa’s back
the ak-47 mix with the maniac
a n-gg- with a problem
a n-gg- ain’t back tight
so i’ll be rollin’ on these crab n-gg-s everynight
crip, crip, crip, buck buck, time to go off
crabs got throw off n-gg-s to get hauled off
crab got lived it out, mixed out or ship it out
tec-9 bullets for the hoes is still spittin’ out

(awol)
well if i’m not killin’ a snoop
i’m runnin’ from the police
i’m at the spot just hangin’ with the homies
ain’t no? where the kelly is down for
when i’m hangin’ on 3-8 double o
a homicide when a n-gg- ride
ain’t naythin’ good about sh-t with dip out
i kill a punk for the color is wearing
and kill his b-tch cause keep on staring

(red rag)
i throw low blows in elbows on low-lows? tight sh-t
that n-gg- red rag wreck it straight
c-sick flavor like the rest of my peer
i’m a magician and you punk crab b-tches are my trick
you sissy m-th-f-ckas stay heat out your?
you wild up like the ten deuce rice cryspis
kelly park stay in compton
cause see you was a clip water
slay stay down lookin’?

(blue rag)
f-ck it, it’s time to catch your hands up
put the barrel of my gauge in a slob mouth with one shot
blowin’ them brains out and watch this shatter
is splatter on the concrete
another slob
added to my murder beat, i’m blue rag
a crip for life fool
bangin’ on wax with a charles manson att-tude

(lil’ stretch)
in 1975
a n-gg- was raised on the streets of watts to survive
where i live it was nuthin’ but a living h-ll
so at the age of nine i rebel
i was growin’ up my mom was solo
but crabs? of piece?
out of n-gg-s don’t give a f-ck
rollin’ with the street gang knockin’ out crabs
cause it’s an everyday m-th-f-ckin’ thang

(sin loc)
sin loc – quick to put one in your forehead
shootin’ every m-th-f-cka that i catch wearing red
it’s only must ain’t stoppin’ this
i gotta do it on wax
so i can put the caps in it
and if you wanna knock the mind frame?
sin loc’ll have put a slug in your forehead
and for the hood i’ma still keep stompin’
east sider c cuz, this is compton

(redrum 781)
four crabs down and you know as soon to go
n-gg-s gotta dump so i shoot ’em at the funeral
i don’t give a d-mn about another n-gg-‘s life
i roll by and squeeze on a f-ckin’ trigga type
people started to fall up a b-tch’s calling for the one-time
aimin’ from his momma he better walk the chalk line
and i’m servin’ crips to rest like a hoe cell
flue–ss fools are goin’ down to a red h-ll

- bloods crips lyrics

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