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Crippin' Ain't Easy

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Crippin' Ain't Easy

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Crippin' Ain't Easy

[FO' CLIPS]

Crippin' ain't easy - in the city

(Crippin' - in the city)

But it's fun, yeah

(It's fun - It's fun)

Crippin' ain't easy - in the city

(Crippin' - in the city)

But it's fun, yeah

(But it's fun)

Check it out

[DO OR DIE]

Do or Die is the name of the nigga who be dreamin'

Uh, of killin' Slobs and listen to 'em screamin'

Or see him dyin' on their front yard

I kept this Slob bendin' a corner

I'm shootin' up his fuckin' car

Or catchin' him slippin' at his own tip

I shoot the muthafucka up

To make sure his cap is peeled (right)

And shoot his friends at the funeral

It's do or die muthafucka

It's all about survival

A khakis down fo' life G

And I'm killin' him

Cause he's tryin' to kill me (ooh yeah)

So I creep to kill a Snoop (right)

Fill his ass full of lead and have you troll him like

a hoola-hoop (damn!)

And leave him dying when I'm done

Cause crippin' ain't easy

But it's damn sure fun

[FO' CLIPS]

Crippin' ain't easy - in the city

(Crippin' ain't easy)

But it's fun, yeah

(But it's fun, ye-ye-yeah)

[BLUE RAG]

I'm loc'd to the fullest like a goddamn nutcase

With two fresh blue rags tied on my face

Fruitfully thinking with my gangsta mentality

To bringin' this Crip shit from the streets to

reality

They call me the big

Bad-ass Blue Rag who sag

And carry a 4-4 mag

Cause it's a fee, a fi, a fo, a fum

I smell a Slob

So now it's time I kill me one

Or two or three

Them C from the scene G

On my way to hook up with B-K

[B-K]

B-K Slob killa straight mafia

And hollow point is in the gat that's what I got for

ya

When I pull the trigger

And straight blast it

Shootin' your ass and gettin' you ready for the casket

(ooh yeah)

I'm killin' Snoops in a worst way (ooh yeah)

I got my B.K.-47

And it's B.K. allday

So when I'm rollin' in the G-Ride

Committin' homicide (yeah)

1-8-7 ride-by

And if I'm off to another hood dippin' and crippin'

Set trippin'

Bound to catch a Slob slippin' (CaRIPS!!!)*

(*CAlifornia Revolutionary Independent Pistol Slinger*

)

Gun him down like a hunter cause it's Slob season

Don't ask why

They crippin', see the reason

[FO' CLIPS]

Crippin' ain't easy - in the city

(Crippin' - it ain't easy)

But it's fun, yeah

(But it's fun, ye-ye-ye-yeah)

Crippin' ain't easy - in the city

(Crippin' it ain't easy in the city)

But it's fun, yeah

(But it's fun, but it's fun, yeah)

[SIN]

Sayin' ain't no muthafuckin' buddy friend

So if you come to the grave I push your muthafuckin'

ass in there

You can't run from the hellrazor

And if you fuck with the blue team we damn sure got to

fade ya

Just like we fade them muthafuckin' [censored]

It's time to put the pigs away and let 'em C-C's out

to box

And let the Sin known cause fool this is Compton

East Side killa knows that's always mobbin' up fools

Deuce Five Deuce with a district

A G born in Compton if your monkey ass is listenin'

Somebody shoulda taught you from the old school

Like them mark-ass Niggas With Attitude

But we fuck 'em

Cause they don't mean shit anyway

And where I'm from

You'll make them muthafuckas look fake

Straight balling on them thangs in the gangsta lean

One down ass Crip straight bustin'

And won't hesitate to peel a cap

But I'd rather make snaps, bust raps than to bust caps

(yeah that's right)

Cause it's all about survival (yeah)

And rather you slangin', hangin' or bangin'

Your life is just as short as vital side (oh yeah)

I'm mentally depressin'

Listen to the Crip and learn a quick brief, listen up

[FO' CLIPS]

Crippin' ain't easy - in the city

(Crippin' it ain't easy)

But it's fun, yeah

(But it's fun, yeah )

Crippin' ain't easy - in the city

(Crippin' - in the city)

But it's fun, yeah

(But it's fun, yeah)

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