Crips What We Celieve In Lyrics

What We Celieve In Lyrics

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[TWIN LOC]

Avalon Gangsta Crip that's where I rip

And keep my muthafuckin' extra clip (yeah)

To my glock as I pop on a muthafuckin' snoop

Swig to shoot, muthafucka I don't give a hoot

Like Woody, and you're I'm up to no goodie

So I blast your ass cause I'm one tuff cookie

Comin thru givin' up that evil ass East Side

Where the gangstas ride, it's a homicide

And I stay down for my crown on the daily (that's right)

Blastin' on these busta ass snoops, they can't fade me

It's an evil thang gotta let my nuts

Gangbang slang caine it's an "A" thang



[CHORUS]

Ready or not, here we go, servin' slobs off

We ???



[BRONCOE]

?Come from? the hood when you see me with this p-funk blast

And tell 'em Fudge Town Crip dippin' corner and mash

And this is tha East side 10-5 mafioso

Super ?Dee? that trippin' Rip Ridin' with the loc

This the dub and Watts up

Because where thuggin' don't matter whooo whooooo!!!

And we movin on you slob better scatter

Caught up in the rap, Crip, Crip, killin'up shit major danger

One in the chamber Cuzz they can't fuck with it off-brand other side

Trick stop frontin' you dis Crip and it's on bitch and you we gon' move

Some bumpin' "steady dippin'" it's only right that I floss

Brown raggin' khaki saggin', itchin'to take off

Check me out, tssss tssss, oh shit, that's how it goes down

I know I got him, I shot him, your homie is dead, how ya like me now

I'm takin' off that's on Watts you don't hear me

I got a Tec with teflon and a cold hearted ?crime?



CHORUS...



[BIG FREEZE]

Ready or not I'ma bust shot after shot on the block sixteen shot

Eastside Watts, and I got Crips to the front to the back of me

The W.F.C.G. is the game you don't wanna see

So watch out for a nigga like Freeze in the cut

Got the gauge on your ass and ?jet? until I buck

Shots to Watts niggaz that's known for seein' you quick to take off

We will blast on his ?people? make you jump like Kriss Kross

It's real, Franklin Crip it's much sicker than Manson

I gave you a chance for life but you chose dancing

With a nigga like Freeze so I rolls on that ass

It's ??? on that ass cause I'm tossin that ass

It's like uhm...

I'm constantly takin' off and OoooH

How I love it when my Mossberg barrel cause many plenty snoops

With my Franklin Crip peers on the Eastside of Watts

And we been here for years got the turf sewed up

So if you thinkin' about creepin' nigga, think again

I got the streetsweaper sweapin'

And I'll be peepin a whole lot of you snoops with there so called cloud

But now you wild cause the bitches pullin ho-cards out

You feel froggie come outta here see my gat jump

And I'mma split yo ass in half with my pump

See the fog came strong trough the chronic I spark

And apparently you bustas hold a whole lot heart

It's just me and my gun, but my locs are right behind me

Watts is the spot and on the Duece is where you find me

And you see creepin' in the streets like I ?strugglin'?

Every loc everywhere and every dog has his day

Are you ready YEAH are you ready NO

?They pause? for the cause, make him shit in his drawers



CHORUS...



[BIG FREEZE]

Franklin Square Crips

Ten-Duece

BK Ridin'

Fuck every Slob nigga in the ?? nigga

And it's like that nigga

From Watts to Compton nigga to South Central, nigga to the Avalon

Franklin Fushed Town and Front Street

Atlantic Drive, Kelly Park, we still serve heats nigga

And we got beef will we die

Crips don't die, we multiply, nigga don't ask why

Fuck you niggaz and your mommas and dead homies and everything nigga

And that's real