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bloods crips - no way out lyrics

(bl–dy mary)
yo, there was this crip, crip, crip ended up more cripple than handy man
went hoo-ridin’ and know who’s hidin’ in a minivan
surrounded by the sick
n-gg-s count to four and e-rickets
out the f-ckin’ door and
all the time now i’ma wreck the fly sh-t
crabs – steady – screamin’ oh my it hurts
please don’t put the gun to my ear
i do anything you want say anything you wanna hear
say f-ck crabs now
i might let you live
baby sick got something for you
should i tell you what it is
what the piru like
you better tell it fast
unless you want a rose up your dead funky -ss
w-ss happenin’ blood? if you say crab i say killa
fool, i’m bangin’ 24-7 now will the
n-gg-s with heart – to be one of the few
tell that dusty–ss crabs
just what they should do
baby sick said let ’em hear a pop
drop the crab – grab the glock
boo boo flag and bhakis got flamed up no doubt
the crab lost his life cause there’s never
no way out

(lili)
here we go again
doin’ sh-t just to get paid
gettin’ rough, rugged through blue that you can’t fade
play the b-side, the c-side is wack
gettin’ busy with the k gang
now you know where i stay at
hey mr. do or die i saw you mackin’ to my hoe
but see it was a setup
so i can pull a do-low
sit your -ss up got my n-gg-s like i should
so i call the homie bone
yo there’s crabs in the hood
but he got away cause he ran
through? p-ss woodworth
now he’s goin’ down 1-0-4

(red rag a.k.a big wy)
once again it’s the dallas mafioso
the only times i like crabs when i’m eatin’ on gumbo
it’s different types of crabs like the ones that make ya – itch
tha sh-t you get
for f-ckin’ a ricket b-tch
mess with funky c-ck trip with no c’s
swap meet shop on county check recipient
i’m creepin’ through the hood like freddy krueger your worst dream
when i leave
your hood is a crime scene
remember that peace sh-t don’t bring it to the bottomsville
like seven up never had it – never will
please m gang everybody is peacin’ and the mafia’s peacin’
n-gg-s you tweakin’
run run rickets keep on the hidin’
i’m red rag and i’m keep on ridin’ no way out

(redrum 781)
i keep on ridin’ with the strap in my lap
you’re f-ckin’ around and i’ll be poppin’ hollow point caps
i’m pointin’ that n-gg-s snaps on the back of they skull
blowin’ up your hand cause your gang sign is dull
and i’ve got love for the ‘ru’s
the bloods are included redrum 7-8-1 crabs are deluted
my gathors givin’ a kick
much harder than a push
you f-ck with my b-tch so you get caught up in my ambush
work up back to me to givin’ a blast
as soon as his crab–ss party i have to crash
i dash – to the cut
grab the gats so i can end them
the crab motherf-ckers want no what hit them
now, i’m creepin’ through the alley like a shadow ready for battle
the backyard is pack with
people like some cattle
the ricket n-gg- thought that i was playin’
so i hopped on the walls and start to sprayin’
aimin’ for the door waitin’ for the crab to b-m rush
for the head turnin’ brains into slush
payback’s the b-tch, blood that’s what i’m about
and when i’m on your -ss n-gg-, it ain’t no motherf-ckin’ way out

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