10 Lil' Crips

Ten little Crip niggaz runnin outside All from the turf and they bangin out lives Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside Where they don't die they just multiply So.. don't give them niggaz a reason To turn it into spray season Don't give them niggaz a reason Because they'll turn it into Crip season The gangsta's back, the bank is fat The gangsta mack, in a gangsta 'llac Hmm.. fools be like, "Break off some cheese" Friends and enemies, aww nigga please Fuck, you thought who pumped you up Stop, you stuck too much, pop, drop, you plucked It's all similar to gettin laaaid on ya back when the motherfuckin K spraaays I grind for my shine about my bidness Lunatic on the shit and I get ignit (ignit) Gonna proceed to squeeze with ease One of these, they can't believe how I leave 'em Look into a mind of a nigga that's crazy Seventeen years old and still a baby Gangstas real, they pop the pill You cap back, young motherfucker it's like that Wake up in the morning lookin funny and shit Fuck a honey dip.. 'cause I got money to get Ain't no books, ain't no help, ain't no role to this Stay focused young homey, that's the code to this Keep a strap in ya pocket when ya tip through the towns There's a million motherfuckers tryna get you down A lot of pain in this game, cocaine is the thang If ya money right then you might get you a chain But if ya money is low, there's only one way to go Jack a rapper at a local rap radio show So mean, so green, crip back to the block Then brag to the homies, show 'em what you got It's a gangsta jack (gangsta jack), in gangsta black (black) And they thought we just gangsta rapped Yeah nigga, we take your snaps Your shooby dooby, hooroobies, and your Scooby snacks (It's like that?) It's like that! It's a whole lot of fillin when you on the Eastside On the Eastside, nigga we ride And it's a whole lot of dealin when you on the Eastside On the Eastside, nigga we ride And it's a whole lot of stealin when you on the Eastside On the Eastside, nigga we ride And it's a whole lot of killin when you on the Eastside Eastside, yeah nigga we ride They say it's crazy out here, it ain't no more fun I can't walk down the street without my gun, gun