Crip Keeper

[Intro: Big Freeze]:
Yeah, Watts Franklin Square Crip gang is on a mothafuccin' rip, totin’ the TECs, hittin' niggas' hip up offa they shit, he get his bitch-ass chin checced, and what’s next is you got niggas that claim they flossin', but they can't cross the real bosses, so we got Fudge Towns in this mothafucca, Front Streets, who gon' serve you for the '95, bacc on you niggas' bitch-ass, niggas that don't like it, bitches that don't like it turn your mothafuccin’ stereo off, ’cause ain't no love on the motherfuccin’ darkside, death strugglin', dope smugglin', niggas don't give a fucc ’bout niggas that ain't got love for mothafuccin' killas, so everybody who ass can't deal about 'cause we might've scared you? Well I did, to take a trip to the motherfuccin' darkside, where the real Crip Keepers ride

[Verse 1: Big Freeze]:
You crossed the path of a schizophrenic killa
Ruler of the underground known as the Crip Keeper
The evil-ass Eastside is where this nigga dwell
Killin' all Snoops to take them back wit' me to Hell
And once I got you ain't no turnin' bacc, nuh-uh, come on, come with Freeze
The (?) is in the fire through the rest, of eternity
You think you sells coke, where your own 'cause it's hot
You think you gonna escape where you own, Loc, you're not
I'm stalkin' like a black panther, in the night
And I'm killin' up every fuccin' Snoop that's in sight
This nigga's in all blacc, paccin' a big gat
Infra-dead scope, trenchcoat and a top hat
See 'em layin' in the cut, peepin' the scope they don't own ya
Tch-tch BOOM, punk (punk!), now you're a goner
Face to face with death, 'cause I peeled your dome
No one can shake the evil side where these killers, roam
And try to tell you break, Northside or even West
And wound up with a bullet lodged in your fuccin' chest
'Cause niggas on a rampage, totin' the sawed-off
Death is what becomes the Slobs caught up in this holocaust
And ain't no second chance, you should've came prepared
But now you try to run 'cause yo' bitch-ass is scared
But you's about to witness, this badass sleeper
Gone like that, 'cause you done crossed the Crip Keeper

[Chorus: Big Freeze]:
Yeah, the Crip Keeper's what I am
Comin' to reap, souls and take 'em bacc with Freeze six feet deep
And once I spot you I got you, ain't no hidin' and runnin'
'Cause I'm a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin'

[Verse 2: OG Broncoe]:
Little Blue Devil from the darkside, weapon will chuccs? you in
A shadow in the night life, driftin' and runnin'
I see the reap, that you sow, when you lie
I am the legend that you must meet, when you die
There's ce no one else just us, you and I
The fork in the road all slightly to the right
A chrome guillotine blade glowin' in the darkness
To petrify my victim, steal his soul 'cause I'm heartless
I got blue hands and blue feet
Controllin' the elements, defy the laws of gravity
And though you can say, you feel my presence from within
You know that I'm there, my touch is icy like the wind
You cannot then sent, voodoo doll, witchcraft, orcs and black magic
Can't nuttin' save you, eternal madness, it's sadness
Not even a board of Ouija can defeat me when I'm summoned
I'm comin', it's time to go, get ready to roll, I got yo' number
I'm somewhat like Medusa, seduce ya as I shoot ya
And turn you into stone with a glimpse of the future
Lay down your weapon, get to steppin', make you (?)
'Cause I'm a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin'

[Verse 3: Young Keystone]:
Hellbound was the sound of the trumpet
Cast up the full moon, Slobs know I'm comin'
Settin' your ass up with the fuccin' quiccness
This time you all die like the motherfuccin' siccness
Evil side tap in, speak won't make you sit and watch it happen
You spoke up on the keeper now I'm comin' with an axe in
Ain't no turnin' bacc, once I grabs yo' head
And now you won't bound to steppin' of eternity with a dead man
Step after step, day after day, I'm on another rage
12 Slobs slayed was the news on the front page
And ain't no stoppin' what I'm doin', never goin' to jail
A one-way ticcet, takin' Snoop niggas to Hell
1, 2, Stone is comin' for you

[Chorus: Young Keystone]:
And ain't no escapin' the Crip Keeper's what I am
Comin' to reap, souls and take them bacc with me six feet deep
And once I spot you I got you, ain't no hidin' and runnin'
'Cause I'm a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin'

[Interlude: Big Freeze]:
Hush little baby, don't say a word
Mama's been a victim of the Crip Keeper

[Verse 4: OG Cixx Pac]:
You better get a straitjaccet, here comes danger
Notify the SWAT team, just ready the gas chamber
Creepin' through the fog, all you see is a glare
Yeah, it's me Cixx Pac from Franklin Square
Then I disappear in the tree, just start searchin'
Panic on the city, all Slobs start worryin'
National Guard is on the way but they won't help
Dead Snoops found and I still got a house left (Hahahahahaha...)
As I stand and look across the horizon
They got the high beam goin' chainsaw, tryin' in
And they yellin' "surrender or you shot in the chest"
But I'm already dead, mister officer, what's, next?
Then I turn around, headin' for the next town
Put my chainsaw to the sky 'cause I'm hellbent
Now I'm surrounded by the National Guard again
And when I wake up I'm in a golster hulkin'
Layin' in a hospital bed not knowin' what happened
Then in my head lil' voices chant
Thou shall not kill

[Chorus: Big Freeze]:
And ain't no escapin' the Crip Keeper's what I am
Comin' to reap, souls to take them bacc with me six feet deep
And once I spot you I got you, ain't no hidin' and runnin'
'Cause I'm a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin', BOOYAH!

[Outro: Big Freeze]:
Mothafuccas, Watts Franklin Square Crip gang on the rip, F for death, nigga, still tote the TECs, Franklins, Fudge Towns and Front Streets, nigga, but you don't hear me, much love, to my niggas that's gon' ride this shit for death though, niggas like them real niggas, them real killas, my niggas Dobby Loc, you know I'm sayin', my nigga Big Half, Baby Half, Lil' Freeze, Baby Freeze, my nigga Young Stone, my nigga Koollay, the Tweedy Loc the specialist, you know what I'm sayin', my nigga Cixx Pac, all them niggas that's real killas, to the craziest Compton Crip I know, that nigga Young T-Mike, you know what I'm sayin', all them real killas, the nigga G-Macc, in the mothafuccin' house, geah, don't give a fucc about nothin' [?], I gotta give a shoutout to all them hoes you done fucced down that's hoes, no rubbers hoes, hahahaha!