CRIPS

CRIPS - Take It Personal lyrics

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[MAC-11]

I come to put it down

Rob, kill and destroy

Fuckin' your baby momma, your record label and your dead homeboy

You got me fucked up

I break you down like a bomb sack

Split your shit

Roll you up, put some hit to that

Jump that ass like asses

Fool you gets no passes

I can see clearly now

And ain't leaving wearing glasses

I'm from the East Side, where we ride

Niggas die - we stay high

Fuck a drive-by

I'm in your house with your family tied

Honey I'm home so is this chrome and I kill her

Swellin' like your bitch in a Sherm stick

Nigga what did you do to her?

I ???? cause she was ???? don't ????

Relax, bucks, she hard ???? want me ??

I need the kids to your bomb

I'm sendin' the ho' to the tracks

Ain't send your kids to a fuss the home death come quick

To a mark that they don't know

But if you leave a foul as you I take it personal

Do you pay the plate?

Now tell me how d'you parlay?

Do you down 'gnac?

Or swallow Tanqueray straight?

Do you love to kick it?

Do you hating any fashion?

If you fit the ????

You be the nigga I be smashin'...

[MAC-11]

What's your name baby?

And where you stay at?

Where your man locked up?

You shouldn't have never told me that

I know you're cravin' for some balls and your jaws get it on

Don't pause down my dick, it's gettin' tall

Don't fall, turn around

Jack that ass up in the bed, uh

Bitch I'm young bleek and strong and just drunk a fifth of 'gnac

I ain't thinkin' overcomin' 'em I'm trying to break some'

And bein' the nigga I am

Mack double 1, bitch, I'm takin some of that foully dust

Let me take and watch ooh your man got bombed here

I snatch the shit up tha closet

Put some ends in my pockets, bitch I'm strugglin'

On parole but she don't know or won't know

Cause I'm hustlin'

Pays me if you knew me I know she wanna fuck

I ain't one about to trippin', I got the bitch ???

The pussy tight

The next time you ride tell him I said it's all right

Stay out the jail finna I'm ??? to you personal

[Chorus]

[MAC-11]

I'm just as dirty as they come

M-A-C double one

Mac-11 ain't no telling when it's 7 to get they yellin'

You gon' stop to listen

I can't afford to be missin'

No strikes is hazardous to my killing

I ain't tryin' to see prison

You must be blind to the fact that I'm your baby pops

Don't make me act a

Muthafuckin' fool

When I walk in your spot

I got a rough ride style

Been gone for a while

But when he see me he smile

My lil' voice run ???

And you don't want to see me the same grown what's up with that?

You was the reason why I laugh, did you tell him that?

I know you raised him on your own when I was locked down

But I was hustlin' to take care of you when I got shut down

Sure like that I take it personal

And you wanna trip

He got to care mom

But I'm his daddy, fuck that bullshit

And ain't got to fuck with you to take care of mine

You can't keep him ??? or let me with him in the summertime

If you run up

And take my boy away

I'm takin' it personal bitch

And this is what I gotta say

[Chorus]

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