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nationwide rip ridaz - little blue devil lyrics

intro: cixx pac x5:

little blue devil chantin’ that ouija
n+gga creepin’ on them slobs like an apache…

verse 1: cixx pac:

yeah, hahahahaha, watts up
now as i sit bacc meditatin’, gazin’ at a full moon
you feel the mark of the beast when i enter the room
a known felon, steady bellin’, chuccin’ up c’s
a n+gga straight outta watts, blue’d down with the chucc t’s
c+i+x is the name that i claim
eastside (?) town franklin square crip gang
neighborhood, understood and it’s like that
cross out my t++th and i’m mashin’ with a rubber jacc
and when i’m mobbin’ i’m knowin’ that you guessin’
do this n+gga still got that smith n wesson?
but try your lucc, cross my path and get stucc
see they call me king satan ’cause i gives a mad fucc
a blue devil on the prowl for blood
i don’t (?) so i gots to face, showin’ ‘еm no love
catchin’ them creepin’ for thinkin’ i was slippin’
jokes on you my n+gga now i’m grip rеapin’
and if you wonder how i’m puttin’ it down
just come to watts and that’s the bigg cixx pac, king of the underground
verse 2: young k+c:

crippin’, n+gga, who’s got the nine in my holster?
blue devil on my shoulder and it turned me to a loccsta
saggin’, blue raggin’, doin’ murders in my mask in
rode through slob hood, jump out so i can blast ’em (booyah!)
now ask ’em, who’s next to flex with the ylc’s?
pullin’ them triggas, gettin’ bigger with my lpb
testin’ me, we gon’ see a slob rip
domed with the chrome for fuccin’ with young k+c
would i, should i, k!ll for the hood
paccin’ pistols in my (?) and i’m up to no good
dumpin’ the birds i could, and i like a page i just flipped
slappin’ n+ggas with my pistol ’cause i’m real with this bullsh+t
pullin’ the trigga quicc, that’s on crip i blast
catchin’ 2 to the chest as i rip yo’ ass

verse 3: koollay:

hand me the strap, watch how fast i peel his cap
n+ggas like you, i’m quicc to doin’ that
fuccin’ with a franklin, straight out the jailhouse
that wouldn’t hesitate to put a strap in a slob mouf
haven’t seen a new year on an out since ’88
all i thought about was weights, and hittin’ the gates
now i’m on a outing, a crip with a mad grip
wishin’ that a slob+ass n+gga would trip
so bacc the fucc up, when i roll i’m g’d up
brains and casket, twistin’ the weed up
verse 4: baby half dead:

the night time’s, the right time’s to blow a mothafucca mind
out of the skull with this mothafuccin’ tec+9
toughline bullets comin’ bacc to bacc
puttin’ slobs in they bacc, y’all call yourselves some k!llers but y’all ain’t all that
you ain’t across the room, franklin crip and got bucced
and now you gettin’ carried by cixx in your blacc chuccs
and i don’t feel no love for your family, see
that’s how it is when you dealin’ with a watts l+o to the c
i’m goin’ through the depths of h+ll with a f12
and all these devils wanna throw a n+gga in a cell
i got no time for no mothafuccin’ time
i rather get paid than free my mothafuccin’ nine
so when the pigs try to locc me up for some dirt
i’m throwin’ in a fresh clip and puttin’ in some mo’ work

verse 5: cixx pac:

now as i creep like a crocodile, n+gga, goin’ buccwild
death strugglin’ makes me a mental child
keep ’em a game tight strap with a automatic
you wanna be prepared to die, ’cause i might panic
n+gga, ’cause i’m creepin’ so ain’t no need for trippin’
i thought you knew my heart pump blue, don’t get it twisted
you better know this alone when you see one
you might be big but you ain’t bigger than my shotgun
mobbin’ through the f, with weed on my breath
i got a bottle of cisco drinkin’ it by my d+mn self
little blue devil bellin’ through the darkside
n+gga mobbin’ too deep me and my tec+9
it ain’t no jokin’ around ’cause i ain’t playin’
you better recognize ‘fore yo’ head gets sprayed again
alright cuz, d+mn!

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