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Yeah
You know only a real one
Could put something like this
Together man
Real niggas do real things
Love
See I ain’t playing games
Not at all
How would you feel
If this little nigga
Got at y’all
Started shit until some
Real niggas got involved
We’ll make a problem
Dissolve homie, we got it solved
All it take is a call
Whether they big or smal
Preferably I like em tall
Hit ‘em once
And watch ‘em fall
But they don’t want it
With it
Thinking they wanna quit it
Figure that I’m playing
With what I’m saying
Watch it
You gonna get it
Man, damn
Before I put my hand down
Think you got soldiers
Better tell them niggas
Stand down
I got 1,000 K’s
For all the childs and killers
My niggas acting ill as
Guerillas
We black guerrillas
Compton criminal
Twin Glocks identical
Hey I just called you a bitch nigga
You been a hoe
It’s nothing new to you
Streets say they through with you
Now I just fantasize about
What I’m gonna do to you
(C.R.I.P)
Oh for real
We gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
(C.R.I.P)
For real we gets it cracking
(C.R.I.P)
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
Upright and on my dean
Since I left the penitentiary
But deep down inside
Loc the Crip is still in me
Bustas still envy
But it’s no thing
Because i still roll
With them things
That go bang
Blow your brain
Leave your body on
The side of the curb
Thugs loving the slugs
Then I got ‘em to serve
Silly a bully idol
Solid heads are holllow
Put you in the ground
Alone with your false bravado
See murder is a motto
And one that I live by
West side of Compton
Is going down on this side
Gang banging is real
Gang slanging is real
Catch you out of bounds
And killers banging the steel
When youngsters catch a body
They tend to get excited
Start talking too much
And then they get indicted
But I am a loco
Stay with the po po
Fo sho though
When it’s time to ride
I’m rolling solo
(C.R.I.P)
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
(C.R.I.P)
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
I simply got a doctor
Bull your core
I”m fulla hard liquor
Close enough to set a fire
Damn right
A 50 Yak will fear me fool
It’s getting kinda hard
To get Kakk and C Kool
In the city of dreams
Home down Babylon
Lobama the Yukon
Up and down Babylon
Ask anybody from the CPT
Or South Central
Tey say ECG
Get the hard heads
With me
That’s going to
Trip on sight
They don’t hesitate
That’s on real
They gang bang
And keep taking
They trials
Slang bang
Tankle till they
Break in they house
From the walls and the halls
To the rooms in YA
Is anybody kill a nigga
On my way
This my hood
They goon by day
Soon I say
She walk to the tune I play
(C.R.I.P)
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
(C.R.I.P)
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
I’m on Watts cuz
I get it crcaking with anybody
And i stay off the olds
And the aches
And theRemie Martin
Smoke big weed
And start shit up
In the party
And i keep a blue flag
Hanging out the left pocket
On Crip cuz cause
I ain’t fucking iwth these druggies
I’m a rider like
Raymond Washington and Big Tukkie
And i stay on some hood shit
Nigga I’m with the business
If this ain’t Cripping
Then what the fuck is it
Cause on the west motherfucker
It’s hands and feet
And we only walk little busta
To certian beats
So when you see me
Chucking the C
And repping the set
You best believe I got the check
And niggas finna get wet
Yeah Crippin’s in my blood
So I’m gonna keep it 100
I ain’t one of these industry niggas
That’s scared and run from it
I throw my shit up nigga
That’s on the set
And if you for real nigga
Let me hear you say
(C.R.I.P)
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
(C.R.I.P)
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
For real we gets it cracking
C.R.I.P. was written by B.G. Knocc Out.
B.G. Knocc Out released C.R.I.P. on Fri Jan 02 2009.