BLOODS & CRIPS - C-Sick lyrics

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Crabs can't fade this because I made this to be stainless

The mind is a terrible thing to waste so I leave you brainless

The shit that I do makes me famous

Say my name before you die

And I'll make your death painless

My goal is your muthafuckin' throat

The adams apple would be slit by my cross bow

I throw low blows enough and I cuts like a Ginsu

You wanna hoo-ride, do you know what you're gettin' into?

I don't think so I grab your hoe and hit the door

Nuthin' but Crabs stranded on Death Row

The L to the B blockin' out the third letter (¢)

Before I put a slug in the center of your sweater

Drop dogs like ?? dogs ?? close

Ricket so runnin' up before I hold up my strap

And they're froze

No one knows - of my homicidal capacity

I'm a pretty boy with the gangsta mentality

Hey, what can I say?

I let my Uzi do the talkin' and I spray

It's just another muthafuckin' C-K

Cowards Run In Pack so they take off

Their caskets will be close cause I blew his fuckin' face off



They all gettin' C-sick

Them DENVER LANES and they all gettin' C-sick"


Well I guess I'm a gangsta

You probably know me by now

But the way that I look when I'm starin' Rickets down

I gotta stroll

I got so homies that's old they OG's

My niggas packin' bank rolls

When I step up I make Rickets run and hide

Committin' suicide - just survival homicide

Derange maniac mind of a lunatic

So damn nuts I go hunt with the toothpick

Cause I remember back to my early years

Step punk (pop pop) fuck the Crab and we outta there

We use to do that shit again again

Kick out the door, say hello to my little friend

Gimme the money, the gat and we ready to go

We outta here, yo Dogg, grab the yayo

Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt

But nigga tried be hard, pull a gat outta shirt

My nigga Dogg

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Stomp his ass as we watch his head bled

You see a man fucked up for all and y'all

Pump they ass like a muthafuckin' holocaust

As we gon' blow in their ass like whistles

Pumpin' they ass full of lead like pencils

We outta there after that the shit we did

My nigga Dog said don't fuck with the "kid", we on the rampage


My muthafuckin' Loco and Big Wak it's gettin' C-sick

My homie Pops and my nigga gettin' C-sick"


I'm gettin' C-sick

I roll through the neighborhood

A nigga with a problem

A nigga up to no good

Take niggas out with the fury of the trigga

Have Crabs pourin' out beer for some more nigga

Give 'em buck about the nigga and his homie

So I creep, pop pop, what my brother told me

Me take a nigga out muthafuck' retaliate

Roll on the ?? then I hit the Main Street

Roll through the West Side to pick some real niggas up

The homie G-Ride, Spook Dog and my nigga Nutt

Five Line ?? niggas ain't for that peace shit

You wanna peace something? Piece your ass back together bitch

The AK-47 mixed with the maniac

Straight Crab crusher, kill a Ricket, niggas on that

So as I creep Crab niggas better drop quick

Cause I got the 9 and a Deuce and I'm C-sick

"Yeah, we give a shot-outs

To all them gangsta-ass niggas that's gettin' C-sick

Yeah, one by one check it out

East Side BOUNTY HUNTER niggas is gettin' C-sick

West Side M Gang, they all gettin' C-sick

East Side MILLER GANGSTAS, you know they gettin' C-sick

Them WEIRDO Gang and they all gettin' C-sick

NINE-DUECE BE-BOPP WATTS niggas they gettin' C-sick

C-P-B's and they all gettin' C-sick

Yeah, LUEDERS PARK PIRU niggas are gettin' C-sick

Them A-P-G's and they all gettin' C-sick

Yeah nigga, what about that West Side A-P-B nigga they gettin' C-sick

The INGLEWOOD FAMILY and they all gettin' C-sick "

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