Don't Stress Me

Bloods and Crips

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    Don't Stress Me

    [GANGSTA RED]
    Gangsta Red touch you down to the head
    I got a 9 for the Crabs, a Mac-10 for the Feds
    It ain't nuthin' but a Villain thing
    Always prepared, never scared to die
    Rollin' through the 'hood
    Puffin' a dub-sack
    The Eastside fits it where the gangsta Bloods at
    5.000 and 6 to the hundred
    Spotted E-Ricket draw down and gun it
    Fuck E-Rickets man, fuck E-Rickets
    Bloostone Villains gon' get it twisted
    And to these suckers True Flue
    You know what they do
    Put the 9 in your head and catch a bullet or two
    Break-break up 1-9 E-Rickets do you hear me?
    It's Gangsta Red on the mic, flown freely
    From B-S-B-G-5-6-S-T
    See 1-8-7 so Bloods don't stress me

    [Member of BLOODSTONE VILLAINS]
    It's the B-gang punks
    Chumps and wimps
    Don't get it twisted straight Villains not pimp
    You might seen a ?? a little B in comin'
    We just slappin' bitches
    On Crab, we bombin'
    Get paid, we not afraid
    Fuckin' with the Villains and you gon' get sprayed
    The notorious, oh so glorious
    5-Deuce Villain can't nobody fuck with us
    V-I-L-L-A-I-N, count to ten
    And you find that you can't win
    East Side of L.A. is where we dwelled
    Dissin' all Crab, so fool don't tell
    It's already known that Crabs Run In Pack
    So all E-Rickets just suck a bozack
    Representin' Five-Deuce Villain Gangstas
    Fuck with us, recall go to hang ya
    I put a slug in your ass or maybe deuce
    Smoke that ass like a motherfucking deuce on get
    loose
    On all Rickets, Crab, whoever
    Losin' a battle, Villains never
    B-L-O-O-D-S
    So Crabs don't stress
    It ain't nuthin' but a Bloodstone Villains time

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    [Chorus]
    5 thousand 6 hundred 5
    Bloodstone Villains killing Crab on the spot
    5 thousand Deuce hundred 5
    Bloodstone Villains killing Crab with the crime

    [Member of BLOODSTONE VILLAINS]
    Straight from the heart, Blood I tell you this
    Shootin' that crickets uh, I don't miss
    Aimin' at the 5.0 for a target
    I thought he was a Ricket
    But damn I hit a soldier
    Shot him in the head
    I caught layin' him dead
    Puttin' in work, who give a fuck about the Feds
    Claimin' the East Side
    The Rollin Fifty's
    Who give a fuck about Rickets
    They all Sissies
    Runnin' In Packs
    They better watch they back
    Cause the Bloodstone Villains caught you Crabs off the
    Mac
    Puttin' a mean check
    Leavin' a man all wrecked
    You know gangstas in the hood
    They get respect
    Here we go again on the smoke roll
    Five-Deuce, Five-Six Villains goin' on the Crab
    patrol
    Takin' out Crabs on sight, young Rickets
    OG's, it don't matter what you look like
    And if you dressed in blue
    It's only clue for me to do what I'm gonna do
    I'm a gangsta, straight up tear this
    Takin' out Crabs to give a way I don't care about
    this
    I do it for fun, keepin' Crabs on the run
    I gotta gun
    Go get a bulletproof vest son
    And protect yourself, for your good health
    I put your bitch very up on the shells
    Because I'm gonna move you from the ground
    Have you stretched out in the box slapped to the
    ground
    And when I'm hangin' don't test me
    Chillin' like a Villain so Blood don't stress me,
    stress me

    [Chorus]
    5 thousand 6 hundred 5
    Bloodstone Villains killing Crabs on the spot
    5 thousand Deuce hundred 5
    Bloodstone Villains killing Crab with the crime

    [GANGSTA RED]
    Five-Six, Five-Deuce
    And ?? on the Seven
    It's Gangsta Red straight flowin' from the head
    Checkin' you suckers
    Because you're nuthin' but bustas
    Cowards In The Pack if you know it's always like that
    So fuck you Crabs with your weak-ass raps
    It's Gangsta Red on the motherfuckin' mic
    And you know we just don't stop
    So watch me as I turn this motherfucker out
    Two deads ??? equal five
    Motherfuckin' Crabs that ain't alive
    I did it with the quickness, not care about the
    witness
    Now tell me can you hang with the sickness?
    And yeah, it's only right
    I jack the Crabs for his ?? just the other night
    They all on my shit
    Front, back
    Hittin' the pancake switch
    Rollin' down the Ave and what do I be?
    Some motherfuckin' Crabs fall around behind me
    So I hit the corner
    Reach for my strap goddamn rippin' peel some more
    Crabs cap
    Villain's the game, kill is the thing
    Understand what I'm sayin' man
    It's just a motherfuckin' Villain time
    So Blood don't stress me

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