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bloods crips - k's up lyrics

“you better get my m-th-f-ckin’ money back, you slob–ss b-tch
‘fore have my brother killed my peer and put some work in your punk–ss”

“what?!
lil’ n-gg- you… you outta line right there lil’ homie, you step down”

“naw… f-ck you cuz
you better get my sh-t back ‘fore you get busted on”

“no, it’s like this
you dropped your money there lil’ n-gg- and i don’t take it
you look at your big brother, n-gg-”

“get down, you take it fool
i’ll kill your all -ss slob, you better get my sh-t back
i bust your -ss my m-th-f-ckin’ ?? n-gg-”

[awol]
by now you should know that this is the b-k, n-gg-
slobs kinda deep but the crips much bigger
blue ben davis and i keep this sh-t saggin’
i’m proud that the k gang straight blue raggin’
n-gg-, what do you gonna do about a n-gg- like me?
a slob run up, i say: n-gg-, that’s the c!
that everybody know that i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ crip
i got a glock 9 waitin’ for you slip
so slob get gaffled like b-tches when they chin checked
start wearin’ the blue i got to peel cap
that’s in effect he’s tryin’ to f-ck with me
while i’m slangin’ the ki’s and makin’ my g’s, g
what’s the use in the elm with a dead rag
leuders park chopped up in the empty bag
holly hood in a slip knot
moma’s boy chopped up in a c block
no pipe but i do smoke weed though
a 20 sack got a bomb–ss endo
did it once and i do it again
i’m from the c-o-m-p-t-o-n n-gg-

compton…
compton’s in the house

[awol]
k’s up
another crip face from the east side
baby gangsta down with the hoo-ride
can’t trust no off brand
so a n-gg- gotta bail with a strap in my hand
elm street, lime hood get crazy
killed up on a f-ckin’ 3-80
awol gotta goin’ again
k’s up, ho’s down cause i’m puttin’ the point in
swayhooks wanna trip on a crip
but the evil gangsta was straight empty the whole clip
can’t mix with the inglewood f-ggot
20 slob on crenshaw maggot
fruit town get clowned like tree top
see the block leuders park get the pop pop
can’t fade a young–ss b.g.
more prop when i’m bailin’ in the k-c
khakis low – slangin’ llello
k’s up – i’m gone off the endo

“what’s up big brother cuz?
you slob n-gg- tried to get me fo’ my money, cuz!”

“n-gg- i ain’t tried to do that cuz, ?? you in the hood go on n-gg-?”

“no, i always over there n-gg- hood”

“sh-t, moma gon’ f-ck your lil’ -ss up, n-gg-”

“bullsh-t cuz, you got to gimme the a-k so i can smoke that m-th-f-cka!”

“that sh-t bigger than you cuz”

“brothas check this out, n-gg-, let’s do run up and check the fool out though”

“yeah”

[awol]
awol is comin’ strong, a bullet in the 9 trigger
50 percent black but a hundred percent n-gg-
wanna the b.g. ?? when the stick is ??
but if i got a gat – it’s on
i ain’t color blind, i see blue and red n-gg-
do the wrong color and you in the dead n-gg-
you ain’t c-k in it, what do you stop sayin’ it
get the 47 cause i love be playin’ it
like t-bird comin’ off the case
??? a lil’ m-th-f-ckin’ sh-lls up in gauge
crip ain’t easy but it’s fun – i got get my gun
so i can kill dead rum
badboys – whatcha wanna do though?
i gotta 4-4 for a punk avenue though
i’m born to be a crip that be f-ck the days up
f-ck, see the crip face n-gg-, k’s up

“hey cuz, n-gg-, that slob n-gg-, right there, gimme the strap cuz!!!”

“hey… hey cuz, don’t get his -ss beat, f-ck you cuz!”

“aw cuz, gimme the strap ??? for your -ss”

“you m-th-f-cka shoot his -ss”

“slob m-th-f-ckin’ die slob die! n-gg- this is kelly park! die you slob m-th-f-cka… cuz… let’s go, let’s go!…”

compton…
compton’s in the house

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