Throw the C’s in the Air

[TWIN LOC]
That's it
Yeah
East Side Avalon 45 Crip (CaRIP!)
88, 11-6, you know what I'm sayin' (Haha, right, cuz)
And we doin' like that you know what I mean (Yeah)
B-K (Yeah)
Slob Killer! (Slob!)
Fuck Sway
You don't see me though, huh
Or do you hear me though
We about to break it off like this
Loc'd out

[TWIN LOC]
Loc'd out in the brain from that motherfuckin' A gang
I bang with them down that remain for that money, man
To jack me a Slob, pull the trigger, blow his brains out
A tisket, a tasket, closed casket is what I'm talkin' about
I blast a Slob, leave him wheelin' in a wheelchair
I really don't give a fuck
I really don't fuckin' care
Crip in me
I take Slobs like cats
Givin' up Avalon, beat them down with bats
Check my tats on backarm, forearms and neck
40 AGC's is what you get (What you get)
It's the shit
I bust on Slobs on the regular
FUCK penicillin 'cause they need to get rid of that
Period color, busta, I put that on the land
My homies beat down your homies with they bare hands (What?)
AGC, enemies catch the blues
And I wouldn't wanna walk in no Slob shoes, cuz, huh

[TWIN LOC]
East/Side Avalon niggas simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin' throw them C's in the air
If you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]
Chitty-chitty-bang-bang, Avalon Crip Gang
Do this to the fullest cause I do this shit everyday
To spray this Slob quick in a hurry
Pop-pop to your dome now your mama gots to bury
Another bitch-ass Slob
That's I'm singin'
Let me catch one of your bitch-ass niggas I'm straight sprayin'
Stayin', down, A's up to my homies
Especially to my niggas Trouble Syke and Sneaky Tony
And all my soldiers in the motherfuckin' system
Ain't havin' no bitch-ass Slob tryna diss 'em
We in it to win it loc'd out Crips strong and when I die
I walk Crippin' graved in my tombstone
"Here lies a loc'd out real fuckin' rider
With real gangsta lyrics stickin' like a screwdriver," I provide a
Strap for my homies if he's willin for a Slob massacre
Another Avalon killin', cuz

[TWIN LOC]
East/Side Avalon niggas simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin' throw them C's in the air
Now if you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]
Shots outs to my riders from the motherfuckin' A (That's right)
1-16, 88, 45, Trey (For life, cuz)
G.A., G-Mike, Skill Bill and that's real (Yeah)
And my nigga K-Fly just love to kill
Jambo, Scrappa, Joe Cool, Boo and Cisco
And I can't forget about Snoop and Baby Nose
Poppin' O, Big Thinkin', Fifty and Double
Be puttin' this Crippin', takin' to the whole other level
Big Figure, givin' up for the 88 Streets (88's)
And leavin' bustas down to the concrete

[TWIN LOC]
East/Side Avalon niggas simply don't care
So if your ass straight crippin' throw them C's in the air
Now if you really wanna ride on the gangsta tip
Recognize that it's Avalon Crip

[TWIN LOC]
I thought you knew, motherfuckers (That's right)
That's how the Avalon do it
Y'all better recognize
Dwellin' on the evil-ass East/Side
You know what I'm sayin'
Shout outs to the Twin
Big Leaf, Big Reef
J-Love, Runnin' too
(CRIP! CRIP! CRIP! CRIP!, fuck them Slobs)
You know I'm sayin'
Criminal, Humptie
Sam, Smile, I hear ya
Big Spank, you know what I'm sayin'
What's up, baby?!
To all the homies Rest in Peace
Crazy Ray, you know what I'm sayin'
Ice Mike
Joker, Horsehead
Especially
G-Jake and my brother A-Bone
A's up
See you when I get there, baby, baby
Anybody mothafuckin' killa