Watts Niggas Quicc to Pop Niggas

[Verse 1: Big Freeze]:
Take flight where you get carried at
Ain't no talkin' here because the 'gnac got me nailed, what
And I stay heated, I been waiting patiently
For an opportunity, to dip out the cut
Dump my .50 caliber slug in a nigga face
And watch his body decompose, yeah, turn to waste
The paper chase is what I came, let you stop by
No means, FUBU jeans fulla green and I'm
In my Benz at enemies' poppin' niggas hollow
TIPs, makin' sure that it hit a nigga main
Arteries, gold diesels all I wanna push
And for the cheesе I hide in a nigga bush
All night long until the nigga slip another mеter
Make the phone and where the cash at 'cause, nigga, I
Want it all, all weed make me wanna do is get more high
Where the light, bitch, I end yo' life with yo' sickest fires
So step back and watch the Crip Card
Smash shit, thrash shit
Drop niggas slow, no bullshit
Eastside Watts Locs at its finest
So watch your sizz-ie rizz-ie like brand new diamonds
Fresh blue LA hat on the way force
My nigga Cell-E call me when you got a little force
Until then I be pushin' through, droppin' Snoops
Swoopin' coupes, high off weed, drank, gettin' loop
And watch me shoot, nigga

[Chorus: Twin Loc x2]:
Watts niggas quicc to pop niggas
Young locs stay strap around cutthroats (Strap)

[Verse 2: MAC-11 & Big Freeze]:
Happy death day, bitch, make your last wish
You blew out the candles but the mothafucca still lit
Candlestick to dynamite so the cake get blowed up
Welcome to Hell on Earth, cuz, I got shit sold up
Mob with me through each and watch the sun turn red
By this user from the dead, with bullet wounds to the head
Spears askin' me why they hit fo', suit yo' soul
I show my arm and my leg came up on the phone dead (?)
Goddamn right, my (?) exactly how will it take to use a Navy SEALs skills to kill that's on the real
Feel me, lyrically I'm like Beethoven composin'
Nationwide Rip Rida masterpiece destroyin' the posers
Posses and squads, crews and cliccs
How the fuck you gon' see the Crips, yeah, we way too thicc
Boy, you have a new blocules, or binoculars
'Cause I'm 'bout to go crazy and kill up shit like I'm cluccers
Knocc yo' bitch with the starin' in the blink of an eye
I spit a verse to this game, I know she don't let me bang
But she know when I'm a nigga who don't, give a fucc
Just bust a nut and get up, but the Nationwide got her starstruck
Fortune and fame, is all us you see
Deep in the spotlight, Cixx, Freeze, Half Dead and O-N-E?
Fuckin' shit up, nigga, without a strap watch me dump
Doodoodoo-doop, doop another Slob will bite the dust

[Chorus x4]

[Verse 3: Big Freeze]:
I'm stalkin' like a black panther, in the darkness, heartless
I tracc through all you busta-ass niggas not to start us
In the cut, posted up with ski mask and a nine
So give your soul to the Lord, 'cause yo' ass is def sure mine
The Watts Locced Out gang in black toe
10-2, 92-96s leavin' niggas swole
Stretched out in the coffin, internal bleeding from the screwdriver
On the frontline bangin' 'cause I'm a Eastside Watts Rida
Paper chase, here will only set you for mo'
But revenge for you Tiny Half and Baby Capone
Watts Locs, death strugglin' and dope smugglin' and on the ice
Piccin' niggas jugulars and bitches get they dome crackin'
Switches to deuce, eights, glass, houses, coupes
Hittin' chronic blood cells plus, and even puffin' loop
So true, to the hood where I kicc it
But cash in your life to you niggas
'Cause it might get wicced see you be on

[Chorus x4]