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bloods crips – set trippin lyrics

(big freeze)
catch the beat for the ace duece trey
big freeze is in effect for 94 and i’mma spray
tec-9 hollow point tips on your slob–ss killin snoops
in the street with me and he won’t
last a second, come to checkin’ all you slobs with the quickness
dumpin’ with the tec you close you’re eyes and try you wish this
this was a dream and maybe one day you’ll wake up
but you ran upon the wrong franklin crip and got bucked
right back in your m-th-f-ckin’ place
big freeze got the nine in your m-th-f-ckin’ face
and just to let you know i ain’t no m-th-f-ckin’ ho
hot feeling full of lead and leave your body on the floor
it’s bk crippin’ all the time when i ride nationwide
east side franklin crippin’, so you slobs better hide
and if you don’t when i see you i’ma kill you
you can bet your bottom dollar fool i’ll peel you

(batman)
this ain’t no poser but i be bang crabs to pieces
wonderful one to his head and deceased him
point blank range it was strange the way it happened
east side swans pulled up and started cappin’
crabs been runnin’ and duckin’ and try to get the f-ck away, but it’s too late
cause i popped hi’m with the h.k. pop
miggety gun between the crabs with me strap with me nine
buck buck buck buck buck e-ricket always die
me kick the rasta sh-t hi’m make me mad i get with him
me comin’ from south central? me say trick
bickin it kickin it and stoppin it, p-ssin’ and jackin’ a punkin’ the crab dude
me love to smokin’ chronic, drink o.e. and act a fool
some crab in me hood losin’ life for? chip
me happy to glock and got and show ’em for no pity
blood, me gangsta from me hood, me killin’ never like a sl-t
or me can do the? because them snitch like a?

(six pacc)
i got the feelin’ there’s anotha slob killin’ in my hood
n-gg-z gettin’ suited and booted up to no good
shootin’ up everything and tec-9 bail ringin’
showin’ the punk–ss snoops how we g-ngb-ngin’
psycho -ss-ssin i laugh when i stick ’em
then i bury hi’m alive cause the fool wasn’t crippin’
i got a double barrel sawed-off, point it at the hostage
had your mama ransom and still shock the b-tch
you better ask somebody about six pacc
original gangsta well known to peel a cap
3 o’ clock in the morning the “f” gang creepin’
to see if we can catch another slob slippin
c-rag hangin’ off the gauge as i blast fool until you know this is crip
and you don’t have to ask
evil side never die, fool it’s no mistery
crabs runnin’ the ocean i’m from the c

(green eyes)
now as i tight’n up my flags, my bhakis sag low
banged up for inglewood, yeah 104
’bout to pull a jack in my bucket, n-gg- pumpkin
saw the first rip, who slipped, put some’ in his chest
set trippin’ i’mma bust on his -ss quick
210 pounds lettin’ of 50 rounds
gunnin ’em down for the homies that’s b.i.p
it’s called payback i stay strapped, i packs a mac-1
brazy like rambo i’m lettin’ of ammo with my 9, 16 shot
f-ck all these crabs lies in the studio
tryin’ to act like they hard
but you done pushed me to my limit like a m-th-f-ckin credit card
? fired up the motherf-ckin’ strap
green eyes got something off his chest ready to be expressed
f-ck all ya’ll crabs, ya’ll n-gg-z ain’t sh-t
and you will never catch green eyez mackin’ to a crab b-tch

(g-bone)
slob–ss n-gg-z c’s up what that crip like
n-gg-z don’t understand that i’m a c, a crip 4 life
slob–ss fools in my city n-gg- fear me
it’s the a to the d.c. rip f-ck the b
atlantic drive crippin’ is where i’m from
if you can tell
? that slob n-gg-s know that they can’t spell
n-gg- this is slob killa, i spell it out
for you s.l.o.b.k. i double l.a. crip n-gg-
south side atlantic drive makin’ slob panic
dippin’ in a g
with that m-th-f-ckin’ automatic strap out the window, pop pop now it’s on
a b-tch made slob n-gg- caught two in their dome
on the crens with they burgundy pants caught slippin’
while i’m dippin’ to the other side set trippin’
crippin’ to the fullest, f-ck slob n-gg- this is crip
i kill a slob n-gg- and i smoke a slob b-tch

(?)
now bick back and relax as i kick the facts about you
m-th-f-ckin’ scary–ss crabs that just be bangin on wax
true facts and not fiction
and if you wanna buy? gimme your money n-gg- steady dippin’
you motherf-ckin’ right that’s how the gangsta go and do it
sin joke come to? you to stretch you, but that ricket blew it
mark–ss crabs droppin sh-t like a sega
i called up g-pops and told hi’m my n-gg- need the desert eagle
blood i think some sh-t finna jump
so tell dogg to bring the nine millimeter and the pistol grip pump
yeah, that should handle this
a bounty hunter from watts, so i’m forcin’ n-gg-s scandelous
and i’m down for whatever
i got the extra long clip hangin’ out my motherf-ckin’ ‘retta
gettin’ ready for a c.k
here comes some? from that ricket n-gg- with no further delay

(troll loc)
load up the guns cause now you f-ckin’ with a killa trigga cop
bust some shots at you slob–ss n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t
you’s a b-tch and i’ll put that on my momma
if i catch you in these streets – i’ma leave your -ss in trauma
this shock well and don’t bail on t.r.o. double l
cause dead rag gettin’ toe tagged from hot sh-lls
ride throught my hood in that motherf-ckin’ red
i put my gun to your head and leave you dead enough said

(awol)
now as i hear this on line if you really gon’ blast
i got a flea on my d-ck, for puttin’ in it their dogs -ss
“d-mn blood that ricket n-gg- was wild”
i call myself a dog say f-ck hi’m doggystyle uh uh
smooth sellin’ on a gay–ss snoop
the main b-tch at my house straight smokin’ a loop
k.p. to the motherf-ckin’ h
f-ck all slob this the m-th-f-ckin’ k

(dogg & li’l hawk)
gimme the strap godd-mn so i can bust on this crab
that b-tch awol
tryin’ to bang with a? shank?
well, we’ll rush you n-gg-s on the count of 4
and all that crab sh-t what is you bangin’ for
f-ck talkin’ with you n-gg-s, f-ck? with you n-gg-s
f-ck rappin’ with you n-gg-s i don’t believe you n-gg-s
it don’t stop, i slip in my clip and set trip
it’s the dogg and hawksta, weirdos and mafias
mafia/weirdos it really don’t matter
i grab my nine and make it rat-a-tat-tatter
now we be rollin’ in my m-th-f-ckin’ g- ride
it’s me lil’ hawk and the dogg showin’ these crabs what that “b” like
weirdo gangsta’s and the 10 and tha 4
f-ck all crabs in the studio

biiatch
tricks in this basket
busta–ss crab–ss?

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