Break-A-Slob-Down

Bloods and Crips

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    Nigga
    You know I had to get ya!

    Well it's the muthafuccin C
    Slob niggas comin up short
    Rip Ride, we slide to the muthafuccin south flow
    4 deep creepin, B.G.'s on a mission
    Got weird that the muthafuccin slob niggas slippin
    We about to put the muthafuccin smash down
    On these muthafuccas on the other side of town
    Jumpin up out of the muthafuccin G-ride

    Creepin up out of the muthafuccin Nutty from the blunt
    There they go in a pack, slobs tryin to big back
    We put them triggers on them slob niggas fuck that
    This ass be sacked to the muthafuccin G
    Blaze up the blunt, took a shot of that Hennesey
    We dippin back to the muthafuccin C-side
    Two C's, A.D., B.G. nigga Rip Ride
    Baby Gangsta Bone is a loc'ed out young nigga
    Straight slob killa, cuzz I'm a Crip, fucc you niggas

    This is how we brake a muthafucca down
    Brake a muthafucca down, Brake a muthafucca down
    Straight Slob killa, Cuzz I'm a Crip, fucc you niggas-

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    Some niggas pulled up yellin about that slob shit
    I said like Spiggedy-One (Spice 1)
    Cuzz: What part of the game is this?
    Crip rich went to dumpin like he never bust no heat
    The Gauge blew him back and knocked the slob off his feet
    Came up down the alley when I clock my crip face hung
    He said was crackin 'WOL ? -I said run nigga run
    But we just peeled the slob on the corner of my street

    When me and ??? we blewed that slob in her jeep
    And he said Cuzz, I realise we got
    Some muthafuccin playa hatas
    They hate me most cause they some
    Fuccin baby gangsta hatas
    I got cuzzins, I'm blewin relatives in half
    And we kill family if (?) wanna kick my ass
    But I'm protected by the blue and the green
    Rat-tat-tat, put a Elm in the gangsta league, Cuzz
    I guess that's how this shit's supposed to C
    Cock my Glock, kay's up to 2pac, slob feel me

    I'm givin up the C to these muthafuccin snoops
    Slobs catchin the blues when a nigga dippin through
    Hand on my heat, pullin the trigger with the quickness
    Slobs feelin the muthafuccin wrath of my Cripness
    Crippin to the fullest cause nigga
    Buck slobs, buck all slobs
    Nigga I'm a muthafuccin Crip straight slob killa
    Showin these muthafuccin slobs no love
    These muthafuccin slobs are gonna
    Be chokin on they own blood
    Cause I'm fillin 'em up with this muthafuccin hot lead
    Slob niggas are slob bitches track and
    Puttin them mathafuccin red smoked out

    A loccin nigga crippin is all a nigga know
    Dumpin these muthafuccin slobs with my chrome .44
    My nigga Face is killin up shit, slob niggas feelin the pain
    Gangsta raw, makin 'em stain, drivin these slob niggas insane
    Slobs can't hang
    I tought you know the Bone is on my Crip job
    South Side Atlantic Drive Crip Ride nigga fucc slob

    Slobs better believe in heedle Compton corners with Glocks
    Cause I'll C bustin Elms a lot, yelling Cuzzins to see the Glock
    Confused, but they don't wanna
    K.C.B.'s, original K.P.'s, O.B.G.'s and B.G.'s
    Too C's up, my bitch be laughin at me cause I'm a nut
    AWOL C givin a fuck, you fuck with Kelly, you fuck up
    Cause I'm not the nigga you thought I was
    Nigga from Kelly from Compton, Cuzz

    Doin the shit like Oaklahoma
    Niggas was not knowin what it was
    Blood killa, steady packin the heat
    A Piru killa, leavin you slobs 6 feet deep, sleep
    You besta catch Aids if you believe in magic
    A AC poppin the trigger quick, leave the scenes tragic
    Slobs better be thinkin about it
    Better be thinkin about they shit
    Better be thinkin about they hood
    Thinkin about they slob bitch
    If she frame to fuck up I hope she's wet enough
    But if she's too fuccin dry, I'm a have
    To help her out and ran her up

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    Composition: Donald Stalworth and Gerald Hicks

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