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[BIG CIXX a.k.a SIX PAC] Everything is gonna C alright so nigga don't trip Nationwide Rip Ridaz is what we claim, Crip Buckin' on Slobs day to day cause it's mandatory Real Crips know the rest of the story, it's like C-raggin', blue Dickie saggin' I took out another Slob that's what we braggin' Celebratin' cause the time is right Go get a case O.E. We big chillin' tonight, nigga Go get the Hennessy, the bud, the 'gnac Here go a 50 dollar bill with my nigga and he'll be right back Big Cixx steady up to no good And when my nigga Young Cixx touch down we burnin' Hollywood Professional wig splitters on the front line The homies locked up crippin' doin' hard time Real soldiers always on patrol Young homies lookin' for a Snoop to peel the fool [AWOL] Layin' you niggas down for this East Side set trip Doin' this shit for fun oh well I'm willin' to go to hell for the Crip shit Don't say it's all good - this Kelly neighborhood 187 on a motherfuckin' Holly Hood So let me gang bang, let me get my blast on Give me a second, let me tie this blue rag on Letras de cancionesAnd take a note from ?? I'm a Crip down Fuck a Elm, fuck a Holly, fuck a Fruit Town T-Black, Kelly In Peace for the set trip Now at 8 lay the monkey make me empty clips I get loose when I'm creepin' through slow Slobs still bitin' the dust but steady yellin' it's on Slobs runnin' and duckin', Slobs fallin' and yellin' Hey what Slob we gon' blast on next, Cuz? It ain't no tellin' I ain't no motherfuckin' natural born killer That's just a trade I picked up from these Compton niggas If you play your cards right Everything will C alright Everything will C alright with me Everything's gonna C alright If you play your cards right Aw, If you play your cards right Everything will C alright with me Everything's gonna C alright [TWIN LOC] We don't die, we multiply, simply cause we straight crippin' Dippin' through that evil East Side where I'm killin' Willin' to burn bodies fucked up nuthin' but ash Have your momma at the cemetery orderin' a fuckin casket A block as my Glock split your mutherfuckin' cranium Show 'em no mercy for these Slobs so I see aimin' 'em Choppers and A-K's I sprays with the quickness Doin' a way with the remains with the swiftness Layin' low in my hood on the late nights rap right A dead 6-4 lay low with the dead light Jack off my strap check my tracts 'fore I blast 'em Creased up khakis and a .44 Magnum AG's 40, 5-3 C killin' 8-8, 11-6 Straight C willin' For homicidial enemy killin' Smokin' Slobs And the Avalon Gangsta Got it straight goin' on like that [SCARFACE] Well it's the Baby Gangster Face from the big bad A.D. S doubles niggas don't wanna C this Compton nut who don't give a fuck about shit Act a motherfuckin' fool for the CARIPS Slobs slip you get dealt with it, real simple Caught this Glock I pop it dome like a fuckin' pimple Jack me nimble wasn't quick enough so he got Popped with the Glock Slob dropped on the block [G-BONE] You were slippin' so that ass got mashed on My nigga young Face straight got his blast on So you niggas know it's on with them B.G.'s Them A-G Crip crazy-ass L-O-C's Nigga please you don't wanna see these nuts Loc up, let's straight tear this muthafucka up You need to kick kacks C cool and ?? tonight These Slob niggas everything will C alright [Chorus...] [BRONCOE] I'm chasin' paper on the daily with this rap shit Cuz And lockin homie I'm the same as I always was The shit is hectic I expected nuthin like this shit Hey yo the picture I had in my head was cool But this shit is quite different listen Many many moons have passed niggas got blasted I stay heated in the cut cause shit is drastic Struggle through life get high and deal with the stress I guess wishin' it was different is like wishin' the way death Just make the day a good day Make sure today is alright Let me worry 'bout tomorrow loc if I live through the night And even though I keep the strap and ??? at night I say my prayers doin' favours ready to take flight I'm in the game it's all the same ain't nuthin' changed I'm a rider Oh Lord would you bless me and keep me safe from the East Side Bless all my young Locs, my folks and the Crip Card All my dead homies and real niggas with heart I'ma stay a true, blue down for sure till I'm through C real and chill and kill the enemy and bang with my crew And if I play my card right A-1 tight Everything is everything Loc and it's way alright [BIG FREEZE] Oh Lord I know you see me out here the wrong, the streets stressin' Feelin' all alone steady holdin' on to this Smiff & Wesson Vision blurry cause I'm high Stompin' on ??? in the fast lane headin' for the East Side Rip Ridin' to the fullest It's me and my Locs against the world and we can do this Whether it's C killin', robbin' or stealin' Or mobbin' up a Crip hater for fuckin' off how we're killin' Everything is still C alright Niggas just stay tight We can makin' many more nights Shoot that kite to the pen with the package or some' A nigga got a little bill fools stop frontin' See it don't take much to show a nigga some Crip love Duece's and Three's, Ten's to Fives to Dubbs And every night and day Even that struggle is need I took the 40 to the curb for Capone and ?? Tiny Half much love - as I blow And remiscin' how I kill a few Slobs maybe I Got a death wish, up a slug after slug Night after night Got the '3rd sought up tight so everything'll C alright Franklin Square Crip till they carry me Two Crips on East Side, three Crips on that side and they bury me [Chorus...] From Letras Mania