Bloods & Crips - C-Sick

Song Rating: 9.56/10

Song lyrics:

(REDRUM 781)
Crabs cant fade this because I made this to be stainless
The mind is a terrible thing to waste so I leave you brainless
The sh** that I do makes me famous
Say my name before you die
And Ill make your d**h painless
My goal is your muthaf**in throat
The adams apple would be slit by my cross bow
I throw low blows enough and I cuts like a Ginsu
You wanna hoo-ride, do you know what youre gettin into?
I dont think so I grab your hoe and hit the door
Nuthin but Crabs stranded on d**h Row
The L to the B blockin out the third letter (ยข)
Before I put a slug in the center of your sweater
Drop dogs like?? dogs?? close
Ricket so runnin up before I hold up my strap
And theyre froze
No one knows - of my homicidal capacity
Im a pretty boy with the gangsta mentality
Hey, what can I say?
I let my Uzi do the talkin and I spray
Its just another muthaf**in C-K
Cowards Run In Pack so they take off
Their caskets will be close cause I blew his f**in face off

They all gettin C-sick
Them DENVER LANES and they all gettin C-sick

Well I guess Im a gangsta
You probably know me by now
But the way that I look when Im starin Rickets down
I gotta stroll
I got so homies thats old they OGs
My n***as packin bank rolls
When I step up I make Rickets run and hide
Committin suicide - just survival homicide
Derange maniac mind of a lunatic
So damn nuts I go hunt with the toothpick
Cause I remember back to my early years
Step punk (pop pop) f** the Crab and we outta there
We use to do that sh** again again
Kick out the door, say hello to my little friend
Gimme the money, the gat and we ready to go
We outta here, yo Dogg, grab the yayo
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt

But n***a tried be hard, pull a gat outta shirt
My n***a Dogg
Poppin one dead in they forehead
Stomp his a** as we watch his head bled
You see a man f**ed up for all and yall
Pump they a** like a muthaf**in holocaust
As we gon blow in their a** like whistles
Pumpin they a** full of lead like pencils
We outta there after that the sh** we did
My n***a Dog said dont f** with the kid, we on the rampage

My muthaf**in Loco and Big Wak its gettin C-sick
My homie Pops and my n***a gettin C-sick

Im gettin C-sick
I roll through the neighborhood
A n***a with a problem
A n***a up to no good
Take n***as out with the fury of the trigga
Have Crabs pourin out beer for some more n***a
Give em buck about the n***a and his homie
So I creep, pop pop, what my brother told me
Me take a n***a out muthaf** retaliate
Roll on the?? then I hit the Main Street
Roll through the West Side to pick some real n***as up
The homie G-Ride, Spook Dog and my n***a Nutt
Five Line?? n***as aint for that peace sh**
You wanna peace something? Piece your a** back together b**h
The AK-47 mixed with the maniac
Straight Crab crusher, k** a Ricket, n***as on that
So as I creep Crab n***as better drop quick
Cause I got the 9 and a Deuce and Im C-sick

Yeah, we give a shot-outs
To all them gangsta-a** n***as thats gettin C-sick
Yeah, one by one check it out
East Side BOUNTY HUNTER n***as is gettin C-sick
West Side M Gang, they all gettin C-sick
East Side MILLER GANGSTAS, you know they gettin C-sick
Them WEIRDO Gang and they all gettin C-sick
NINE-DUECE BE-BOPP WATTS n***as they gettin C-sick
C-P-Bs and they all gettin C-sick
Yeah, LUEDERS PARK PIRU n***as are gettin C-sick
Them A-P-Gs and they all gettin C-sick
Yeah n***a, what about that West Side A-P-B n***a they gettin C-sick
The INGLEWOOD FAMILY and they all gettin C-sick

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 05:35