C-trip, C's flippin'
If ur a Crip, man ur trippin'
None of em' good at much
All they like to do iz touch
They kan't hack to battle or rap
Wen they spit, it ain't nuttin but krap

Wen they go to the streetz, all have a lousy shot
Then they wunder y they sleep on an army cot
On the side of the road, not a good place in any1's view
Here kumz anutha Crip to the street, i kan c one nigga, two
I see both u in the M-16 scope
But i'm kinda shakey as i just smoked sum dope

Therez no hope for the niggaz wen they in the cross
I put u in a permanent sleep, but u still turn an toss
Still havin nightmares of thiz nigga, yours truly
If any Crip want their shot, cmon, shoot me!

That'z wut i thought, all ya niggaz got an idle hand
Not me, i'm alwayz up to, gettin ma man
Shoot them in the head, out flowz the red
Don't even try to revive him, thiz niggaz dead
Boom!so are you, both niggaz, witout a chance
I just sattled two horses, both down by kuza ma lance

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Leav feedbak on ma battlez an don't even think i kare bout winz maw fuka! : An' don't think i care bout ma record etha