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I woke up

One morning ran outside because I seen yellow tape

Another Slob lying down because he tried to escape

Another A-T-L-A-N-T-I-C B-D drive-by

As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why

But they don't know that I don't give a f**k

I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up and clean this Slob but

My mama told me stay away from the gang

But at the same time I keep my blue rag and my blue strings

I used to drag a Slob down the street, kick outta teeth

And bang his head against the concrete

And my neighbors ain't no muthafuckin' snitches

I jacked a Slob for his riches when I done in these ditches

You know last year a lotta Slobs made a mistake

They couldn't wait to join a gang so their lives to be take

By me - another down B-G

Scarface Atlantic Drive kind of Crip I can't stand are-E-D

But that's the main point in effects

So let me grab my gat - bust back

Cause this is Snoop attack

All Slobs should be dead by the 9-5

Cause in the muthafuckin' graves is where the Snoops lyin'

Y'all n****s keep the world a blue atmosphere

Two C's from Compton Crip Cuz and I'm outta here


Betta watch your back

This is Piru 187

Put a Slob on his back with the Mac-11

A Kelly with a gun won't run and hide

It's a n***a Crip Inch and comin' from the East Side

Watch these Slobs just run and duck

Cause I ain't givin' up nuthin' but bad luck

Gotta kill at will

So I pack my steel

Put a Slob on the ground and Cuz that's real

You might say that I'm too far gone

Mind lost and tossed

Of the age of the terrordome

Now I'm off to just makin' a brains hang

Runnin' the streets with the muthafuckin' K gang

One down but I still ain't hurt

Cause I'm killin' Slobs off from here to Gettesburg

The Mac-11 gon' pop pop pop

You get a hole in your head cause I just can't stop


Slobs can't getaway from this itchy trigga finger

Straight Slob killin' Cuz I'm a Crip

F**k them n****s

Peel their caps cack with a muthafuckin' Tec-9

Slob-a** n****s better muthafuckin' recognize

This is the Slob killa A-D double C

Flee dog B-Dog

Kill a Cuz I'm a L-O-C

Sendin' Slob n****s on the stairway to hell

I can't inhale cause I can't stand that dead lobster smell

So chunk that n***a in a dizitch

All Slob killa and that includes a Snoop

B***h I always set the Crip up

And won't give a f**k

That's why I stick the Cripalettes cause I c*** this bomb as f**k

But you know you gotta watch their punk-a** ho's too

Cause some Cripalette got love for die-'Rus

A hoe ain't s**t

Sure 'nuff by a Slob b***h

Cause they would f**k a Slob

And come suck a Crip d**k

I can't trust the hoe well, I don't f**k with Slobs

I'm a Locsta and f**k all oo-lah

This is a muthafuckin' C-are-I-P

Ain't no love for an S-L-O-B


I'm givin' up the K to some Slobs and all??

Slobs wanna trip, Slob n***a bring it on

Shot a Slob's dome with this 30?? 6

Infra-red scope with the 30 round clip

A Compton Crip

Bad man, don't step too close

Cause you's a Slob-a** ex Crip n***a from East Coast

That n***a Dog better watch his dome

My d**k still in his mouth so my n***a it's on

You ain't a dog, you's a M-you-T

On the nuts of a Compton B-G

F**k Bangin' On Wax and f**k that True Blue tape

F**k everybody hood if they dissin' the K

C, I get it strap and I'm ready for a 211

Catch a Slob and it's Slob 187


S-N-O-O-P to the K

Make way when I spray Slobs just ain't safe

Cause it's on with them muthafuckin' off-brand n****s servin' 'Rus like

Dinner with this itchy trigga finger

Puttin' brains to the side walk to end all talk

B***h Slobs get choked when they slip and get caught

F**k all die-'Rus and the families have made 'em

Let 'em all claimin' Snoops and now can't s**t save 'em

When the set trip is on Slobs cover your dome

I catch a cap to the hat when I'm gettin' the chrome

Lettin' off in your muthafuckin' hood dead rags better duck

Cause a Kelly is up to no good

See you wearing your colors and watch Troll unload

And leave you dead shirt camouflage to 16 holes

Glock 9 causin' doom like that muthafuckin' Armageddon

When I step in Slob's turf

B***h when they see my weapon

To the head cause there ain't no love

Ask you: where you from? And blast if your a** say Blood

Cause it's a straight Compton Crip

Teachin' new lives left

F**k all y'all

I'm claimin' Slob 187

[Rider J]

F**k a Slob, f**k a 'Ru

And anybody else too

See Cuz I gotta do for me

Makin' dollars, cluckin' ends for my A-D-C

A 'Ru or a Snoop ain't hard to do away

Grab my 9 if you miss to straight spray n****s

And it's Slob killa

You can't come kickin' in my hood m*******a cause I peel ya

I'm rollin' through your hood with much Crip


Blue'd up on Atlantic and it's time to set


The muthafuckin' score

Tec-9 bullets muthafuckas now open up the door

And to you Slob muthafuckas that don't know me

F**k your sets and your dead homies

A-D-C up n****s!

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