i'm tired of that punk shit
where niggaz claim to done
where they from and who run shit
droppin gangbang hit rocks
tick tock to the blocks niggaz rip glocks
i'm knowin that this shit hot
this your first introduction to this motherfuckin crip hop
it's time to research the documents and pull some files
and put it down with this gangsta style
cause i be seein niggaz bein more aggressive now
after peace treaty meetings and the weapons down
sport chucks 'member once it was nikes and sandals
to me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and skanless
to manage this dramaticness i call my rep
every step stay on deck keepin bustaz in check
certified murder guide through the streets of death
where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met
from that real killer deal get ya steal and mash
niggaz have done did when the steel'll blast
lick shots and the cops and control your block
keep it true with the crew from the old to new
ride providin 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do
participatin all the activity
strictly killer tendencies
so death to all my enemies
and to the homies who rest in peace
these weak niggaz killin me
with their proclivity to even proclimate that they as real as me
talk shit and i'ma bust yo' lip
i'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six hummer
in d.c. fuckin with a breezy
see we see all we can see
on this eastside shit cuz
on the east fuck peace we ridin violent
fuck where you been it's all about where i been
when they all try to knock knock knock
who is it - visit the papers
the streets and the labels
we got the hottest shit burnin on the turntables
and you don't wanna fuck with me
c. r. i. p. cause that's all we g
and i'ma tell you how the shit gon' c
now if i wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin
on my nuts without bucks like marvin
written bill paid but still gotta be a slave
in case some niggaz try to stop ya
be a boss hog about your money
anybody can get smoke smoked
have a babysitter set that ass up for chip chips ahoy!
if you didn't see 'em it's the eastside boys
trey times on yo' motherfuckin ass
it's just another day and forty dozen
do you relate to drug smugglin?
grab a nine and start to trip
don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga
and other guys can't fade us
cause we're the hardest in the town
and all you suckers hate it
and that's on eastside l.b.c. and we're the best
i'm talkin real shit to ya baby
i'm talkin real shit to ya baby
bangin bangin bangin bangin
what y'all know about this here
i'm talking crip shit to you baby