BLOODS & CRIPS - Putting In Work

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I'm holdin' my 9

Fillin' the clip with Teflon Tips, so

When I pull the trigger

It's penetratin' shit

I grab my gat and pull the trigger of the 9

Shoot you in the head, it's gonna blow your fuckin' mind

I'm peelin' caps like monkey peels banana

A killer for hire

Just like ??

Or spits up

Slobs be flamin' but my 9 is quicker

I'm crippin' for life so Slobs I'm gonna get ya

Uh, I'm bendin' corners, rollin' rowds in this cut

Drinkin' hurt and jerk

Smokin' on the blunt

Burnin' down, crippin' ain't easy yo hysteria

Watch slow, here I go, Slobs yellin': HIT THE FLOOR!

But it's too late cause I'm smokin' on some shit

Poppin' the trigger quick

And poppin' another clip

Poppin' the trigger quick

And poppin' another clip, it's that ?? gas

The fuckers bendin' corners again

Turn up the sound - feelin'

Act from the killin' bitch to park it

As I flee from the scene jump into my ride

And go through Martin Luther King till my nigga Sin

For him I'm all in

"... muthafuckin' bullet

I got your back

Goddamn right Cuz

You don't hear me though

Fuck all y'all Slobs

Puttin' in much work "


I'm deliverin' real in every form and characteristic

Layin' Slobs in their muthafuckin' casket

Puttin' in work cause my mind's gone

Lookin' on my chrome to blow for Slobs gone

And watch him bleed cause I careless

I don't give a fuck

I put you more in this chest

So beware of the nigga named Blue Rag

A crazy-ass Crip with a 4-4 Mag

So watch out cause I'ma get you too

Another Slob bites the dust, fool!

Put my pen through the paper

I'm holdin' Crip caper

To kill me a Slob

Mentally or taper

But if you want to go further than that

I get physical

And peel your muthafuckin' cap back

I give a fuck I want my sign throw

Just to let you know

For your muthafuckin' info

Trick-ass nigga

Remove the dread

You live a life longer

And one in the ?bed? (smoke him)

Cause I'm a trigga happy Crip straight Slobs killin' expert

Puttin' in much work

"Puttin' in work for the muthafuckin' Slob-ass niggas

Goddamn right

You know I'm sayin'


Nigga Sin...

Hurtin' and all that... muthafuckers

Doin' dirt like that you know I'm sayin' nigga

This is Crips, ahaha "


My nigga Sin got shot so I jumped in my '4

Swoop around the corner then I'm aimin' for the window

I saw a shadow

The rival not the wrong one

It doesn't matter

So I just can smoke a Slob one

I heard the fingers, Slob's momas started runnin' out

I'm vibratin' cause my bullet keep comin' out

Puttin' in work a nigga said by jar

While I'm trippin' and sendin' Slobs to the morgue (ahaha)

Elm Street

Just got picked off

Dued to the fact that caine game got ticked off

I told the Slob I was out to get

So I pause for a minute to reload the clip (Oh yeah Loc)

I pump the few right there in his ass

But then I dumped down

And told Crip it's the hit the gas

Back to the hood that's where I hide out

Cause I'm the original, only Snoops just died out

You never know what a nigga is burnin' for

Let's know what a nigga is gunnin' for

Find a Slob and it's delivery (deliver his ass)

I put in work so my day is complete

"Aw goddamn right we gon' puts' in muthafuckin' work

Snoop-ass Avenues Pirus

A-P-B bullshit

All you muthafuckin' Crenshaw Maggots


Inglewood Faggots

Fuck all you Slob-ass niggas "


Another night on a mission

Dumpin' the barrel, dumpin' the high

Dumpin' the bucks that I'm dishin'

I see y'all nigga from the other side (kill his ass)

Hold up my gun

And aim for his fuckin' eyes

And when I'm gone

I'm drinkin' on some liquor

Fast ?? to take Slobs only get killed quicker


Fruitfully speakin' Blue Rag straight shit

To kill me a Slob

This muthafuckin' weekend (say why!)

Cause I'm a Crip

A Crip for life, G

Pleadin' guilty

To charges of insanity

I'm goin' crazy every minute of the hour

Crip to the heart but it's still black power

Fuck the S to the L to the O-B

Stay down with Crip cause Crip with me

(Said smoke that muthafucka)


Now I'ma stay down

And down for the mission

Let me get my Gat load ??? so I can this shit

A Gee, a ride

A grey Six Trey

Now I can get the A-K, you goin' in plate, uh

All right down, white down, show 'em hurt (nigga)

I gotta hearse to jerk and straight puttin' in work

"Puttin' in work

Goddamn Snoops

Smoke them muthafuckin' Snoops

Goddamn right, Cuz

Kill their punk bit ass, you know I'm sayin'

Crippin' ain't easy

Sorry muthafuckas

I know Crippin' ain't easy

You gon' puttin' in work for the 9-3's and the 9-4

Fuck all you Slob-ass niggas

We gon' kill you mentally

And not physically on this motherfuckin' tape...

This is for you Sin

Cause this is Crip 4 Life

Goddamn right Cuz

Now I love the Crip niggas layin' in peace

Crippin' ain't easy... I put in work... "

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