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PAC] Well

now I'm creepin' on your ass like a motherfuckin' frogman Six

Pac's the maniac from Franklin Uzi

A-K, Tec-9, millimeter Blastin'

out the sunroof drunk, on Margarita Slobs

ain't shit we're, gorgeous ready, for the raid Let

'em on pull up and watch me spray The

F is for death and when I take that first They

fuck with 1-0-3 You

know ain't no more Snoops left Shit

it's, an everyday thang and we gangbang Watts

Franklin Square Crip no one can't hang fool You

get your motherfuckin' cap peeled Ain't

no joke and I'm smokin' all Slobs that stinks You

thought ya - slow me down when you put me in the wheel chair But

that's OK cause I still claimin' Squares Three

Crips and a bomb with the F-M is on Cixx

Pac Big, Freeze and my nigga young Keystone [SCARFACE]



G-Bone

pass the Glock cause this Slob is set trippin' In

my party while we crippin' You

know this nigga slippin' Tell

all the Cripalette to get into the You ??

gon' tear it get this motherfucker and trap Slobs in I

can't stand a nigga wearin' red shit dead, shit Cause

then I gotta grab my gun and shoot him in the head and shit Because

I'm livin' in a blue pearl blue, world It

ain't no bitch pussy better than a Crip girl Cause

Slob niggas listen up pay, attention I'm, Scarface from Atlantic In

case I didn't mention the, crazy Lil' Hawk Just

wanna make a bitch and got a gun to the Slob head Playin'

Russian roulette so, bet Now

check but do it for your set If

you down with the Slob killer Cuz You

say what the hell Off-brandies

really can't stand - me So

I'm surroundin' about the Crips in Compton this ?? I

kick kack I see cool in the cut I

catch the Slob I'ma shoot his ass and his nuts Y'all

niggas want problems come to my place And

just remember the name Atlantic's: Scarface [BIG



FREEZE] Sort

of like a dump truck But

I don't dump no dirt I'm

dump the funk you shoot my trunk to put you Slobs to work You

Snoop niggas just tryin' to dis to count you up in the street You

couldn't fade me yo, I'm crazy if you caught me in my sleeping then Daze

me and amaze me that you're Rip for tryin' to Crip the 44 in your face And

have you pushin' up daisies When

push comin' short I get psycho So

when you fuckin' with the Locs you got to deal with the pistol The

nick name Freeze: I

represent Watts: And

if I catch you slippin' best believe what you get got It's

some of this lead when I catch you on chin Over

than a green as I bank once again And

when you're knees buckle pump Nigga

you be seen it starts I'm layin' in the cut to fuck you up Like

the red card Check

this out I'm, Franklin Crip - ride You

see me every - night If

you got beef with me well nigga you know we can fire up I

got my Locs who serve 'em Snoops with a fat sack I

keep the pistol in my pocket cause I watch my own damn back When

I him ??? It's

Freeze so you won't be fade him The

top to get the drop and where I stay It's

the stadium Nuthin'

beats the feelin of your grill when I'm stealin' They

don't believe I'm crazy so I guess I got to kill you Push

from the shoulder I get wicked I'm

at the top of the crack Finna

kick you with the Crip yes, Slob

motherfuckers get stole on inner face Get

with them one of this This

Unabomber I caught you in the way Hey

you should I told you 'bout Locs like me America's

sarcastic belegerent and skip if You

got a bullet proof and

?? I keep the plan see We

raise up the ghetto A

menace to society [G-BONE]



Cuz

I gotta grab the strap pull, the trigger and blast This

Snoop's in my hood and I don't give a fuckin' past So

we got to get gaffle scuffle, and buck it up Slob

slippin' on this side straight get shut the fuck up This

is B-K to the motherfuckin' heart I'm

from Atlantic Drive but got love for Kelly Park Cause

we put in work and take this Slob out without a doubt Pop

pop biggety, bang Cuz duck, run, and hide out Cover

up duck, and run - but don't slip Cause

I'm precised when it come to empty clips Click

- Tec 9 throw that ass up Down

on their ground Slobs shut the fuck up He

lost his life cause he was slippin' flossin', and frontin' The

S on his chest like he was Super Slob or somethin' S-L-O-B

K-I double L-A That

Slob is dead so he can't come to retaliate Fuck

them Slob niggas let 'em come cack and trip I

got a Tec 9 with 2-30 round clips On

safe thinkin' Slob niggas hate me Cause

I see dumpin' on his ass diggety daily Buck

them Slob niggas Fuck

them 'Brand niggas Fuck

them Snoops niggas and them Die-'Ru niggas This

is the motherfuckin' A-D double C B-Dog

killer Cuz you, should've been a L-O-C [TROLL]



Die-'Rus

better shake the spot when I'm high Got

a 17 shot With

infra-blue in a Glock In

a drop top deuce gettin', loose on you Snoop fools But

it ain't no rules in this game givin' Slobs blue Killin'

up shit for the Crips on the East Side Fuck

a B-Side cause, C-Side is where the two C's Ride The

best not, forget about the Crip's on the west Cause

they steady puttin' motherfuckin' Slob to rest In

their casket That

shit is drastic you, slippin' hectic like Magic You

vanish when they cap in your back bitch From

this East Side gangsta call me Troll Loc Dead

rags gettin' tear with the red throw Jaws

brokes Slobs, shot out from the shoulders Punk

I told you So

step and I'm gonna fold you Bustin'

caps on these Slobs at night Cause

it's East Side Kelly Park Crip 4 Life [RIDER-J]



Now

once again my friend it's time to up the C in Servin'

motherfuckers Lives

was end We

on mission - shit This

is a hard test We

takin' no flees no, burgers on ass ain't no joke This

shit for real so don't be hard You

not a Slob but still It's

like a dream That's

come true And

caught in the zone Boom

you're, through cause I'm serious I

make your life end And

before you know your life's been at You

started this shit Made

your own rule but you're just too stupid Sucker

you a Snoop you, in a zone And

watch we call Atlantic Cause

when you see it's comin' know Don't

panic I

want you I

want your all damn life And

now I'm fill up to ends Even

smoke your wife but not your kids Cause

there too young to know But

you fucked up Cuzz You

gotta go



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