Time Is Gone Nigga

Bloods and Crips

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    Time Is Gone Nigga

    [O.G.]
    Bailin' up out the East Side, ready to go, hittin' the
    door
    Niggaz goin' down and dropped off with them triple
    gold
    Thangs, but now a Slobs ain't givin' a fuck
    About a copper tryin' to stop us, sayin' fuck them
    hoes, we stacking 'em up
    And to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major
    player
    Niggaz up in my city cluckin' the most grip, we all
    into birds
    And it's worth to the niggaz in my - hood
    That's movin' a motherfuckin' thangs doin' real -
    good
    Know y'all, what's up boy, yo without love and tell
    it's hard
    All my niggaz is comin' up and gettin' large
    Droppin' the top and never to drop a motherfuckin'
    dime
    Homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do
    your time
    The consequence as a real bitch
    But niggaz should know what's worth than your word
    So you best to clock your fuckin' grip
    Niggaz don't wreck yourself but get your fuckin' grind
    on
    Go for the kill so you can chill 'fore your fuckin'
    time's gone, niggaz

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    [GREEN EYES]
    Now I'm bailin' down the Four, nigga, bhakis creased
    Then I laugh when I hear a Crab - hollerin' about
    peace
    Nigga must be brazy, that shit ain't in my vocab
    I put a cap in his ass and leave his ass in a rehab
    Then head to the hospital, my job ain't done
    I wanna bee his ass bitch feet deep, and then some
    Leavin' motherfuckers in a big hole
    Went to scoop up Young Leak, Hops and my nigga Dogg
    Pops lit up one of those fat-ass blunts
    Now I'm high as fuck, nigga, on the Crab hunt
    The first Crab I bee, my mind goes hostile
    I load the gun and put one in his nostrils
    For disrespecting
    I'm knowin' for checkin' a Ricket
    Tryin' to come to - low key and bickin'
    With this motherfuckin' dog hollerin' "What's up
    Blood!?"
    1-0-4 like I said, always draped in red
    And if I hear you say "Crab" then nigga it's on
    And your ass'll die - before your time is gone

    [BIG WY & LIL' STRETCH]
    Now tell me who the fuck's next up on this mic?
    C-K Big Wy finna punch out your fuckin' life
    Here comes the smasher, straight Crab crusher
    Killin' all Rickets, baby mamas and Crab lovers
    Well boy, fuck all these niggaz wearin' all that flue
    shit
    I fuck up shit and I likes to kill fuckin' Rips
    We roll on them niggaz if them niggaz hangin' out
    Roll up to them niggaz blow they motherfuckin' brains
    out
    Buck his motherfuckin' brains, let these niggaz story
    ain't bullshit
    Empty yo clip and show these Crabs who they're fuckin'
    with
    C-K Ridin', Damu Ridin'
    Motherfuckin' Bounty Hunters Five Line pridin'
    Now tell me motherfuckin' Crab nigga what's stoppin'
    ya?
    The Y.G. gangsta regulator Crenshaw Mafia
    Niggaz better recognize some killers in your fuckin'
    face
    Niggaz gettin' slapped - with the motherfuckin' Tec,
    bitch
    I C-K all day, all the motherfuckin' time
    It's in my mind all the time, nigga 1-0-9
    C-K Ridin' is the motherfuckin' mission
    Killin' all Crabs, makin' niggaz come up missing
    M and L, L and the M, now all the shit is good
    West/Side is the hood, neighborhood, call it
    Inglewood
    Nigga where I'm from? The motherfuckin' Projects
    Where niggaz get wrecked and they motherfuckin' chin
    checked
    Bust 'em in his motherfuckin' face, let these niggaz
    know
    You from the Five and I'm from the 1-0-4
    We shootin' them motherfuckin' Crabs everyday for fun
    and don't forget
    Niggaz been down every since motherfuckin' day one
    I smoke bud! Fuck these niggaz smokin' loop
    I ?hear? WOOP WOOP when I scream WOOP out the fuckin'
    Coupe
    I got them motherfuckin' bhakis and a t-shirt
    Blast throw the cap ready to put in work
    The motherfuckin' Wy ?period? to the fuckin' Big
    I went to Century and Fig' I'm ready to spray on you
    motherfucker
    Nigga I'm a soldier, holdin' fuckin' boulders
    Niggaz wanna run up, you suckers, I told you
    I thought you to the motherfuckers know a nigga told
    you
    Crenshaw and Century and play on Figueroa
    So never forget when you're fuckin' with these
    soldiers
    Big Wy and Lil' Stretch, nigga, yes we (I) told you

    Fuck you punk-ass niggaz, nigga
    Big Wy ain't sayin' bullshit, nigga
    C niggaz better recognize
    BIIIAAATCH!
    West Side M and the L
    East Side!
    Ballin' on these nigga
    Crenshaw Mafia for life
    Regulatin' niggaz out nigga
    You know I don't give a fuck nigga
    I'm ready fuckin up this shit
    It's on nigga
    Yeah
    It's on nigga

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