Crip Hop Lyrics - Latoiya Williams

I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to done 

Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top 

Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks 

To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks 

I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first introduction 

To this motherfuckin' crip hop 

It's time to research the documents and pull some files 

and put it down with this gangsta style 

'Cause I be seein' niggaz being more aggressive now 

After peace treaty meetings and the weapons down 

Sport Chucks 'member once it was Nikes and sandals 

To me it's unlikely that you're sheisty and skanless 

To manage this dramaticness I call my rep 

Every step stay on deck keepin' bustaz in check 

Certified murder guide through the streets of death 

Where the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness met 

From that real killer deal get ya steal and mash 

Niggaz have done did when the steel'll blast 

Pockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or Jag 

Lookin' rough in a bucket, tuckin' tens and Macs 

Dip roam, chip phones, flip and clock 

Lick shots and the cops and control your block 

Keep it true with the crew from the old to new 

Ride providin' 'em with guidance like your 'sposed to do 

Notice who, participatin' all the activity 

That's how we livin G, strictly killer tendencies 

So death to all my enemies and to the homies 

Who rest in peace, a dub bag and Hennessey 

These weak niggaz killin' me with their proclivity 

To even pro climate that they as real as me 

I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to done 

Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top 

Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks 

To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks 

I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first introduction 

To this motherfuckin' crip hop 

Yeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I'ma bust yo' lip 

I'm gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six Hummer 

In D.C., fuckin' with a breezy, easy, see we see all we can see 

G.R. we can G, the East side family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilot 

On this East side shit 'cuz, I'm co-signin' 

On the East fuck peace we ridin violent 

Fuck where you been it's all about where I been 

Sirens, gunshots, flood glocks get popped 

When they all try to knock knock knock 

Who is it? Visit the papers, the streets and the labels 

We got the hottest shit burnin' on the turntables 

I won't deny ya, I'm a straight rider and you don't wanna fuck with me 

(Yeh, yeh) 

I'm tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to done 

Where they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-top 

Can't stop, won't stop, droppin' gang bang hit rocks 

To the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocks 

I'm knowin' that this shit hot, this your first introduction 

To this motherfuckin' crip hop 

CRIP 'cause that's all we G 

I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip 

And I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C 

(Gon' C) 

Now, if I wasn't rappin' motherfucker y'all be starvin' 

On my nuts without bucks like Marvin 

You can't sleep, you can't eat, look who starvin' 

Written bill paid but still gotta be a slave 

Flip your own money, make your own proper 

Get yo' own heat, in case some niggaz try to stop ya 

Be a boss hog about your money, float loc 

And trust no one, anybody can get smoke smoked 

Like a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shit 

Have a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips Ahoy 

Niggaz ran in with toys 

If you didn't see 'em it's the East side boys 

We be mobbin' like a motherfuckin' cut 

Dirty dealt, Lil' Sag, Lil' Jay, Lil' Chuck 

Two times, trey times on yo' motherfuckin' ass 

Keep it O.G. nigga, rewind and pass 

It's just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin' 

Is you hustlin', do you relate to drug smugglin'? 

If so, grab a nine and start to trip 

But remember, don't let nobody punk you out yo' grip nigga 

Dogg Pound groovin', East side is the greatest 

And other guys can't fade us, 'cause we're the hardest in the town 

And duces, never could be faded and all you suckers hate it 

Ohh crip is goin down, and baby have no doubt 

We gonna turn it out and that's on East side L.B.C. 

And we're the best, we rockin' coast to coast 

and we be blowin' dope, and baby that's the shit 

I'm talkin real shit to ya baby 

(That real crip shit) 

Duces 'n trayz bangin' 

(That real crip shit) 

I'm talkin' real shit to ya baby 

(That real crip shit) 

Duces 'n trayz, bangin', bangin', bangin', bangin' 

(That crip) 

Oooh, yeah, that East sider shit 

(East side, East side) 

What y'all know about this here 

(What, what, what?) 

I'm talking crip shit 

(I'm, talk to me, talk to me) 

I'm talking crip shit 

I'm talking crip shit to you baby 

East side ahh, East side, East side 

Ahh, East side, East side