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bloods crips - putting in work lyrics

[do or die]
i’m holdin’ my 9
fillin’ the clip with teflon tips, so
when i pull the trigger
it’s penetratin’ sh-t
i grab my gat and pull the trigger of the 9
shoot you in the head, it’s gonna blow your f-ckin’ mind
i’m peelin’ caps like monkey peels banana
a killer for hire
just like ??
or spits up
slobs be flamin’ but my 9 is quicker
i’m crippin’ for life so slobs i’m gonna get ya
uh, i’m bendin’ corners, rollin’ rowds in this cut
drinkin’ hurt and jerk
smokin’ on the blunt
burnin’ down, crippin’ ain’t easy yo hysteria
watch slow, here i go, slobs yellin’: hit the floor!
but it’s too late cause i’m smokin’ on some sh-t
poppin’ the trigger quick
and poppin’ another clip
poppin’ the trigger quick
and poppin’ another clip, it’s that ?? gas
the f-ckers bendin’ corners again
turn up the sound – feelin’
act from the killin’ b-tch to park it
as i flee from the scene jump into my ride
and go through martin luther king till my n-gg- sin
for him i’m all in

“… m-th-f-ckin’ bullet
i got your back
godd-mn right cuz
you don’t hear me though
f-ck all y’all slobs
puttin’ in much work ”

[blue rag]
i’m deliverin’ real in every form and characteristic
layin’ slobs in their m-th-f-ckin’ casket
puttin’ in work cause my mind’s gone
lookin’ on my chrome to blow for slobs gone
and watch him bleed cause i careless
i don’t give a f-ck
i put you more in this chest
so beware of the n-gg- named blue rag
a crazy–ss crip with a 4-4 mag
so watch out cause i’ma get you too
another slob bites the dust, fool!
put my pen through the paper
i’m holdin’ crip caper
to kill me a slob
mentally or taper
but if you want to go further than that
i get physical
and peel your m-th-f-ckin’ cap back
i give a f-ck i want my sign throw
just to let you know
for your m-th-f-ckin’ info
trick–ss n-gg-
remove the dread
you live a life longer
and one in the ?bed? (smoke him)
cause i’m a trigga happy crip straight slobs killin’ expert
puttin’ in much work

“puttin’ in work for the m-th-f-ckin’ slob–ss n-gg-s
godd-mn right
you know i’m sayin’
right
n-gg- sin…
hurtin’ and all that… m-th-f-ckers
doin’ dirt like that you know i’m sayin’ n-gg-
this is crips, ahaha ”

[awol]
my n-gg- sin got shot so i jumped in my ‘4
swoop around the corner then i’m aimin’ for the window
i saw a shadow
the rival not the wrong one
it doesn’t matter
so i just can smoke a slob one
i heard the fingers, slob’s momas started runnin’ out
i’m vibratin’ cause my bullet keep comin’ out
puttin’ in work a n-gg- said by jar
while i’m trippin’ and sendin’ slobs to the morgue (ahaha)
elm street
just got picked off
dued to the fact that caine game got ticked off
i told the slob i was out to get
so i pause for a minute to reload the clip (oh yeah loc)
i pump the few right there in his -ss
but then i dumped down
and told crip it’s the hit the gas
back to the hood that’s where i hide out
cause i’m the original, only snoops just died out
you never know what a n-gg- is burnin’ for
let’s know what a n-gg- is gunnin’ for
find a slob and it’s delivery (deliver his -ss)
i put in work so my day is complete

“aw godd-mn right we gon’ puts’ in m-th-f-ckin’ work
snoop–ss avenues pirus
a-p-b bullsh-t
all you m-th-f-ckin’ crenshaw maggots
carip!
inglewood f-ggots
f-ck all you slob–ss n-gg-s ”

[do or die]
another night on a mission
dumpin’ the barrel, dumpin’ the high
dumpin’ the bucks that i’m dishin’
i see y’all n-gg- from the other side (kill his -ss)
hold up my gun
and aim for his f-ckin’ eyes
and when i’m gone
i’m drinkin’ on some liquor
fast ?? to take slobs only get killed quicker

[blue rag]
fruitfully speakin’ blue rag straight sh-t
to kill me a slob
this m-th-f-ckin’ weekend (say why!)
cause i’m a crip
a crip for life, g
pleadin’ guilty
to charges of insanity
i’m goin’ crazy every minute of the hour
crip to the heart but it’s still black power
f-ck the s to the l to the o-b
stay down with crip cause crip with me
(said smoke that m-th-f-cka)

[awol]
now i’ma stay down
and down for the mission
let me get my gat load ??? so i can this sh-t
a gee, a ride
a grey six trey
now i can get the a-k, you goin’ in plate, uh
all right down, white down, show ’em hurt (n-gg-)
i gotta he-rs- to jerk and straight puttin’ in work

“puttin’ in work
godd-mn snoops
smoke them m-th-f-ckin’ snoops
godd-mn right, cuz
kill their punk bit -ss, you know i’m sayin’
crippin’ ain’t easy
sorry m-th-f-ckas
i know crippin’ ain’t easy
you gon’ puttin’ in work for the 9-3’s and the 9-4
f-ck all you slob–ss n-gg-s
we gon’ kill you mentally
and not physically on this motherf-ckin’ tape…
this is for you sin
cause this is crip 4 life
godd-mn right cuz
now i love the crip n-gg-s layin’ in peace
crippin’ ain’t easy… i put in work… “

- bloods crips lyrics

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