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Yeah, yeah, it's S.B.I., first again
You know I fuck with red rags
It's G-Unit West, but uh, nigga, this Crip
I make niggas bleed like blood that drip does
Feed 'em slugs and that's on Crip, cuz
Trip for the grip, ain't willing to settle for less
I can't rest if I'm still in the ghetto
Besides ass, ain't much I ain't willing to peddle
I'm guilty 'cause the pot still killin' the kettle
Whether it's murdered one or dealin' the yellow
On the block with my t-shirt concealing the metal
I don't meddle with them niggas that ain't on point
I smoke blunts these days, I ain't on joints
Or joint suspension, anoint the mission
It's like the chief commander, I appoint positions
You the type of nigga that I make run off
'Cause you act too hard and won't take none off
But it's easy to see when a fake one soft
And it's easy for me to just break one off
All my niggas in here do it big
Nigga, this Crip, that's what it is
All my bitches in here do it big
Shake that shit, that's what it is
All my niggas in here do it big
Nigga, this Crip, that's what it is
All my bitches in here do it big
Shake that shit, that's what it is
I flip on the track great, sip on the 'gnac straight
Slip the clip in the MAC, let it rip through the back gate
Keep a sack of Cavi 'cause Cali the crack state
And smoking cocaine is an average Black trait
Keep more green than you can find on Shaq' plate
Try to calculate my stack rate (Can't do it)
Another day, another dose of dollars
And plus my amigo's supposed to holler
So I'm on the 110 and I'm Eastside bound
It should be crackin' on the East by now
I been the most Easty on the Eastside clown
With the hip-hop belt and the Eastside crown
Fuckin' around on the East, I found
That the shit don't die down on Eastside ground
It pop like a bath of bubbles, you half a devil
But if you step in my path, it's trouble
Damn
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