Set Trippin’

[Verse 1: Big Freeze]
Catch the beat for the Ace Duece Trey
Big Freeze is in effect for 94 and I'mma spray
TEC-9 hollow point tips on your Slob-ass niggas
Snoops, in the street with me and he won't last a second
Quick to checkin' all you Slobs with the quickness
Dumpin' with the TEC you close your eyes and try and wish this
This was a dream and maybe one day you'll wake up
But you ran upon the wrong Franklin Crip and got bucked
Right back in your muthafuckin' place
Big Freeze got the nine in your muthafuckin' face
And just to let you know I ain't no muthafuckin' hoe
I'll feel ya fulla lead and leave your body on the floor
It's BK Crippin' all the time when I ride Nationwide
East Side Franklin Crippin' so you Slobs better hide
And if you don't when I see you I'ma kill ya
You can bet your bottom dollar, fool, I'll peel ya

[Verse 2: Batman]
This ain't no proposal but I be blowin' Crabs to pieces
Wonderful one to his head and deceased him
Point blank range, it was strange the way it happened
East Side Swans pulled up and started cappin'
Crabs been runnin' and duckin' tryin' to get the fuck away, but it's too late
'Cause I popped him with the H.K., pop!
Miggety gun between the Crabs with me strap with me nine
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, E-Ricket always die
Me kick the rasta shit, him make me mad, me get with it
Me comin' from South Central S Gang me say me set trip
Bickin', keepin' it and stoppin' and pissin' and jackin' a punkin' a Crab dude
Me love to smokin' Chronic, drink O.E., and act a fool
Some Crab in me hood losin' life for punk chip
He have to Glock and DROP and show 'em for no pity
Blood, me gangsta from me hood, me killin' never like a slut
Or me can do too much because them snitches like a stuck ?

[Verse 3: Cixx Pac]
I got the feelin' there's anotha Slob killin' in my hood
Niggas gettin' suited and booted up to no good
Shootin' up everything and TEC-9 bells ringin'
Showin' the punk-ass Snoops how we gangbangin'
Psycho assassin, I laugh when I stick 'em
Then I bury him alive 'cause the fool wasn't Crippin'
I got a double barrel sawed-off, point it at the hostage
Had your mama ransom and still shock the bitch
You better ask somebody about Cixx Pac
Original Gangsta well known to peel a cap
3 o' clock in the morning the "F" Gang creepin'
To see if we can catch another Slob, slippin'
C-rag hangin' off the gauge as I blast
Until he know this Crip, and you don't have to ask
The evil side never die, fool, it's no mystery
Crabs runnin' the ocean, I'm from the C

[Verse 4: Green Eyez]
Now as I tighten up my flags, my bhakis sag low
Banged up for Inglewood, yeah, 104
'Bout to pull a jack in my Bucket, nigga, fuck it
Saw the first 'Rip, who slipped, put some in his chest
Set trippin' I'mma bust on his ass quick
210 pounds, lettin' of 50 rounds
Gunnin 'em down for the homies that's B.I.P
It's called payback I stay strapped, I packs a MAC-1
Brazy like Rambo, I'm lettin' of ammo with my 9, 16 shot
Fuck all these Crabs that's in the studio
Tryin' to act like they hard
But you done pushed me to my limit like a muthafuckin' credit card
Wide up so fire up the motherfuckin' stress
Green Eyez got somethin' on his chest, ready to be expressed
Fuck all ya'll Crabs, ya'll niggas ain't shit
And you will never catch Green Eyez, mackin' to a Crab bitch

[Verse 5: G-Bone]
Slob-ass niggas C's up, what that Crip like
Niggas don't understand that I'm a C, a Crip 4 life
Slob-ass fools in my city, nigga, fear me
It's the A to the D.C. Rip, fuck the B
Atlantic Drive Crippin' is where I'm from if you can't tell
Illiterate ass Slob niggas knowin' that they can't spell
Nigga this is Slob Killa, CUZ, I spell it out for ya
S.L.O.B.K. I double L.A. Crip nigga
South Side Atlantic Drive makin' Slobs panic
Dippin' in the G, with that muthafuckin' automatic
Strap out the window, pop, pop, now it's on
A bitch made Slob nigga caught two in the dome
On the Crens' with they burgundy pants caught slippin'
While I'm dippin' to the other side set trippin'
Crippin' to the fullest, fuck Slob, nigga, this is Crip
I kill a Slob nigga and I smoke a Slob bitch

[Verse 6: Gangsta Yank]
Now bick back and relax as I kick the facts about the
Muthafuckin' scary-ass Crabs that just be Bangin' on Wax
True facts and not fiction
And if you wanna buy ?? gimme your money, nigga, steady dippin'
You motherfuckin' right that's how the gangsta go and do it
Sin Joke come I stretch you to stretch you, but that Ricket blew it
Mark-ass Crabs droppin' shit like a seagull
I called up G-Pops and told him my nigga need the Desert Eagle
Blood, I think some shit finna jump
So tell Dogg to bring the nine millimeter and the pistol grip pump
Yeah, that should handle this
A Bounty Hunter from Watts, so I'm forcin' niggas scandalous
And I'm down for whatever
I got the extra long clip hangin' out my motherfuckin' 'Retta
Gettin' ready for a C.K
Here comes some garbage from this Ricket nigga with no further delay

[Verse 7: Troll Loc]
Load up the guns 'cause now you fuckin' with a killa, trigga cop
Bust some shots at you Slob-ass niggas talkin' shit
You's a bitch and I'll put that on my momma
If I catch you in these streets, I'ma leave your ass in trauma
Just chuck well and don't bail on T.R.O. double L
Cause dead rags is gettin' toe tagged with hot shells
Ride throught my hood in that motherfuckin' red
I put my gun to your head and leave you dead, enough said

[Verse 8: AWOL]
Now whn I hear this one line and if you really gon' blast
I got a flea on my dick, for puttin' in dog's ass
"Damn, Blood, that Ricket nigga was wild"
I call myself a dog friend, fuck me doggystyle, uh, uh
Smooth sailin' on a gay-ass Snoop
The main bitch at my house straight smokin' a loop
K.P. to the motherfuckin' H
Fuck all Slobs, this the muthafuckin' K

[Verse 9: Dogg & Lil' Hawk]
Gimme the strap goddamn it so I can bust on the Crabs
That bitch AWOL
Tryin' to bang with a ?shank?
Well, we'll rush you niggas on the count of 4
And all that Crab shit what is you bangin' for
Fuck talkin' with you niggas, fuck eatin' with you niggas
Fuck rappin' with you niggas I don't BELIEVE you niggas!
It don't stop, I slip in my clip and set trip
It's the Dogg and Hawksta, Weirdos and Mafias
Mafia/Weirdos, it really don't matter
I grab my nine and make a rat-a-tat-tatter
Now we rollin' in a muthafuckin' G-ride
It's me Lil' Hawk and the Dogg showin' these Crabs what that B like
Weirdo gangstas, and the 10 and tha 4
Fuck all Crabs in the studio!

[Outro]
Hahaha, haha!
Biiatch
Tricks in a basket
Busta-ass Crab-ass niggas