Bloods Crips Time Is Gone Nigga Lyrics

Time Is Gone Nigga Lyrics

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[O.G.]



Bailin' up out the East Side, ready to go, hittin' the door



Niggaz goin' down and dropped off with them triple gold



Thangs, but now a Slobs ain't givin' a fuck



About a copper tryin' to stop us, sayin' fuck them hoes, we stacking 'em up



And to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major player



Niggaz up in my city cluckin' the most grip, we all into birds



And it's worth to the niggaz in my - hood



That's movin' a motherfuckin' thangs doin' real - good



Know y'all, what's up boy, yo without love and tell it's hard



All my niggaz is comin' up and gettin' large



Droppin' the top and never to drop a motherfuckin' dime



Homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do your time



The consequence as a real bitch



But niggaz should know what's worth than your word



So you best to clock your fuckin' grip



Niggaz don't wreck yourself but get your fuckin' grind on



Go for the kill so you can chill 'fore your fuckin' time's gone, niggaz







[GREEN EYES]



Now I'm bailin' down the Four, nigga, bhakis creased



Then I laugh when I hear a Crab - hollerin' about peace



Nigga must be brazy, that shit ain't in my vocab



I put a cap in his ass and leave his ass in a rehab



Then head to the hospital, my job ain't done



I wanna bee his ass bitch feet deep, and then some



Leavin' motherfuckers in a big hole



Went to scoop up Young Leak, Hops and my nigga Dogg



Pops lit up one of those fat-ass blunts



Now I'm high as fuck, nigga, on the Crab hunt



The first Crab I bee, my mind goes hostile



I load the gun and put one in his nostrils



For disrespecting



I'm knowin' for checkin' a Ricket



Tryin' to come to - low key and bickin'



With this motherfuckin' dog hollerin' "What's up Blood!?"



1-0-4 like I said, always draped in red



And if I hear you say "Crab" then nigga it's on



And your ass'll die - before your time is gone







[BIG WY & LIL' STRETCH]



Now tell me who the fuck's next up on this mic?



C-K Big Wy finna punch out your fuckin' life



Here comes the smasher, straight Crab crusher



Killin' all Rickets, baby mamas and Crab lovers



Well boy, fuck all these niggaz wearin' all that flue shit



I fuck up shit and I likes to kill fuckin' Rips



We roll on them niggaz if them niggaz hangin' out



Roll up to them niggaz blow they motherfuckin' brains out



Buck his motherfuckin' brains, let these niggaz story ain't bullshit



Empty yo clip and show these Crabs who they're fuckin' with



C-K Ridin', Damu Ridin'



Motherfuckin' Bounty Hunters Five Line pridin'



Now tell me motherfuckin' Crab nigga what's stoppin' ya?



The Y.G. gangsta regulator Crenshaw Mafia



Niggaz better recognize some killers in your fuckin' face



Niggaz gettin' slapped - with the motherfuckin' Tec, bitch



I C-K all day, all the motherfuckin' time



It's in my mind all the time, nigga 1-0-9



C-K Ridin' is the motherfuckin' mission



Killin' all Crabs, makin' niggaz come up missing



M and L, L and the M, now all the shit is good



West/Side is the hood, neighborhood, call it Inglewood



Nigga where I'm from? The motherfuckin' Projects



Where niggaz get wrecked and they motherfuckin' chin checked



Bust 'em in his motherfuckin' face, let these niggaz know



You from the Five and I'm from the 1-0-4



We shootin' them motherfuckin' Crabs everyday for fun and don't forget



Niggaz been down every since motherfuckin' day one



I smoke bud! Fuck these niggaz smokin' loop



I ?hear? WOOP WOOP when I scream WOOP out the fuckin' Coupe



I got them motherfuckin' bhakis and a t-shirt



Blast throw the cap ready to put in work



The motherfuckin' Wy ?period? to the fuckin' Big



I went to Century and Fig' I'm ready to spray on you motherfucker



Nigga I'm a soldier, holdin' fuckin' boulders



Niggaz wanna run up, you suckers, I told you



I thought you to the motherfuckers know a nigga told you



Crenshaw and Century and play on Figueroa



So never forget when you're fuckin' with these soldiers



Big Wy and Lil' Stretch, nigga, yes we (I) told you







Fuck you punk-ass niggaz, nigga



Big Wy ain't sayin' bullshit, nigga



C niggaz better recognize



BIIIAAATCH!



West Side M and the L



East Side!



Ballin' on these nigga



Crenshaw Mafia for life



Regulatin' niggaz out nigga



You know I don't give a fuck nigga



I'm ready fuckin up this shit



It's on nigga



Yeah



It's on nigga