10 Lil' Crips (Album Version|Explicit)

Ten little Crip niggaz runnin outside

All from the turf and they bangin out lives

Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside

Where they don't die they just multiply

So.. don't give them niggaz a reason

To turn it into spray season

Don't give them niggaz a reason

Because they'll turn it into Crip season

The gangsta's back, the bank is fat

The gangsta mack, in a gangsta 'llac

Hmm.. fools be like, Break off some cheese

Friends and enemies, aww ni**a please

F**k, you thought who pumped you up

Stop, you stuck too much, pop, drop, you plucked

It's all similar to gettin laaaid

On ya back when the motherf**kin K spraaays

I grind for my shine about my bidness

Lunatic on the sh*t and I get ignit

Gonna proceed to squeeze with ease

One of these, they can't believe how I leave 'em

Look into a mind of a ni**a that's crazy

Seventeen years old and still a baby

Gangstas real, they pop the pill

You cap back, young motherf**ker it's like that

Ten little Crip niggaz runnin outside

All from the turf and they bangin out lives

Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside

Where they don't die they just multiply

So.. don't give them niggaz a reason

To turn it into spray season

Don't give them niggaz a reason

Because they'll turn it into Crip season

Wake up in the morning lookin funny and sh*t

F**k a honey dip.. 'cause I got money to get

Ain't no books, ain't no help, ain't no role to this

Stay focused young homey, that's the code to this

Keep a strap in ya pocket when ya tip through the towns

There's a million motherf**kers tryna get you down

A lot of pain in this game, coc*ine is the thang

If ya money right then you might get you a chain

But if ya money is low, there's only one way to go

Jack a rapper at a local rap radio show

So mean, so green, crip back to the block

Then brag to the homies, show 'em what you got

It's a gangsta jack (gangsta jack), in gangsta black (black)

And they thought we just gangsta rapped

Yeah ni**a, we take your snaps

Your shooby dooby, hooroobies, and your Scooby snacks

It's like that

Ten little Crip niggaz runnin outside

All from the turf and they bangin out lives

Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside

Where they don't die they just multiply

So.. don't give them niggaz a reason

To turn it into spray season

Don't give them niggaz a reason

Because they'll turn it into Crip season

It's a whole lot of fillin when you on the Eastside

On the Eastside, ni**a we ride

And it's a whole lot of dealin when you on the Eastside

On the Eastside, ni**a we ride

And it's a whole lot of stealin when you on the Eastside

On the Eastside, ni**a we ride

And it's a whole lot of killin when you on the Eastside

Eastside, yeah ni**a we ride

Ten little Crip niggaz runnin outside

All from the turf and they bangin out lives

Far from a scrub cuzz from the Eastside

Where they don't die they just multiply

So.. don't give them niggaz a reason

To turn it into spray season

Don't give them niggaz a reason

Because they'll turn it into Crip season

They say it's crazy out here, it ain't no more fun

I can't walk down the street without my gun, gun