[SIX PAC]
Now here I come with that B.K. four seven guns sit ?? right to me
Step with a Mac-11 rollin` too wise
`bout Tec-9`s and double up buckshots
Type of shit that`s real known for killin` a cop
Now what`s the flex the F flag, true rag?
THE BLUE RAG!
Lookin` at the news
ANOTHER SLOB IN A BODY BAG
Crippin` like I crept in the cut
By caught - slippin`
Now he six feet deep
And a nigga with him
Fool it`s Crip for life I thought you knew
I guess by night you know my heart pump blue
Now as I dip from the Duece to the Ace on the Evil Side
Niggas with them F`s in the end chin Crip or Die
Ain`t no escapin` when you enter the Franklin Square
You call it help fool we`ll call it true or dare
So remember my name and my motherfuckin` face
I throw a raid on your house like Darryl Gates
Slobs keep on slippin`
Slobs keep on slippin`
[AWOL & TROUBLE LOC]
Awol got a down Crip bitch
Trouble Loc
Down for the Crip shit
I caught a few Slobs so I think it`s enough
If you my bitch come and fuck these Slobs up
I only stay K`s up
Cause my nigga`s from the K
But this is West/Side motherfuckin` P.B.H.
Killin` Slob-ass bitches and crackers
Quick to kill Crip if that Crab try to jack us
Fuck the world
All niggas gotta watch their back
Cause nine times outta ten
I`m peelin` these niggas caps
Gotta strap cause I feel like slain
On the East/Side
M.S.B.K. fool
The 47 ain`t just givin` it up
Fuck the Slob I`m a motherfuckin` Compton nut
Straight East/Side Kelly Park Crippin`
We stay set trippin`
On them Slobs that`s slippin`
Slobs keep on slippin`
Slobs keep on slippin`
[TROLL]
Undercover Slob ain`t shit, that`s on Crip
I can`t stand them, I line `em up, back to back
And I`ma cap them at random
Lettin` the world C known, gettin` know for your hoe
Actin` like you a Snoop but runnin` high when in zone
You`se a bitch and that`s real, you can feel me?
Diru`s talk shit but can`t get with it or killed it
Motherfuckin` Loc
You knows I packs a 44 so step
When I bail through your Slob-ass hood, brought a nigga and doin` dirt
So I makes it my job to flag my rag
And pack a strap so I can kill a Slob
Cuz they should`ve told ya
About the young Trollster
Quick to start shit, run up bitch and I`ma smoke ya
Fuck ya, it`s on and I`m reachin` for my chrome
Blowin` ?? and ?? with lead at your motherfuckin` dome
Kelly Crippin` always shippin` when I`m dippin`
Fingers itchy as fuck and catch this Slob slippin`
Slobs keep on slippin`
Slobs keep on slippin`
[K-TONE]
You hard, you hang but you change
When you see the 44 chrome on your face, you don`t bang, nigga
You flag and sag like it`s all good
You lil` bitch you only bang in your own hood
You see
Without a pause I`m willin` to die for the cause
Nuthin` to see this scar when I buck
Just watch this Slob fall
He shakin`, he fakin`, breakin` cause the job ain`t done
Now I`m wanted for a murder and I hit-and-run
As I`m runnin`
I take a sip of the bottle
My name`s K-Tone and fuck the world is the motto
As I`m tossin` my rag, they can`t stand it
Because they comin` up short
In the land of the bandit
So fuck a ?? from the fame of the video
We can handle `em when we get up out the studio
I got the gat cocked when I`m dippin`
Because I`m straight Crippin`
So you Slobs keep on...
Slobs keep on slippin`
Slobs keep on slippin`
[BIG FREEZE & BRONCO]
Let us up outta here, loadin`, make the block on these bustas
Goin` on out of my hood, it`s all good, motherfucker
From the Gardens to the Courts through the Village pass the Down
Set trip if you want to but you can`t fuck with the Fudge Town
Reppin` or scrappin` or ratta-tat-tattin`
Provoke you to smoke you, show you hoes what`s happenin`
My life style `cause it`s just gang related activity
Beanie, khaki suit, All Stars and a loaded .9 milli
If you caught in the zone a new ass hole is what I`m tear`in ya
Hope you got insurance cause your people finna bury ya
Bring the strap let the gats crack
I caught another Slob in the hood I`m a loc so I did that
A tiger shark in the dark, creep up the cut then I spray
I`m on that ass when you dash I chase you down with the `K
Cause he pisses me off when this Crip catches you ?slippin?
Tryin` to play this game ??? playin` killers and hustlers
Leave this shit to these G`s and leave this shit to us Locs
Cause if I catch you punkin` and gamble you for sure you get smoked
I got my .9 both cocked and my finger on the trigger
So all y`all Slob-ass bustas leave this shit to these real niggas
See I`m the dust kicker, the set tripper
Ain`t no one is tellin` fuck Slobs nigga
This is anybody killer
Slobs keep on slippin`...
