[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

And 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



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[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



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