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[Chorus - Daz Dillinger] 2x

All my niggas won't you Crip with me

All my bitches won't you Crip with me

If you ain't Crippin, you my e-ne-my

Everybody won't you Crip with me

[Daz]

Awwww!

Emcees I assassinate

Don't play no games, don't procrastinate

Got my homeboy Slip, playin 'round with the clip

Ready to slap a bitch, and poppin' off at the lip

Whatchu want somethin', get my gauge and pop somethin

Quick to pull it out, clop ka-pop-pop somethin

What the fuck all y'all niggas want to know about the Gang

Actin like y'all niggas ain't really knew my name

Nigga you see, we gangstas, hearts and all

Let it spark, get the niggas through the dark and all

See 'em all runnin through the parkin lot

Give a fuck homeboys cuz we sparks it off

I'm a R.A.W. dog assassin from the D.P.G.

And I'll be one precious and duchess emsee

When ya catch us in the cut and ya lookin like what

Best believe it be Daz and that nigga Kurupt

We got it all locked down cuz you ain't hittin no mo'

Washed up, what the fuck, you ain't hittin no mo'

The radical, dramatical assassin, my gat is askin

To motherfuckin blast it, stretch like elastic

Now you been a has been, took out the game

Ran smack dead into a train, motherfucker

And gettin busy like an everyday thing

Long Beach, Eastside insane, motherfucker

[Chorus - Daz] 2x

[Kurupt]

Ske-daddle, emcees, well these two ranest terrorists

Pterodactyl overlookin the plains, off a propane flame

Stickin niggas paraputic, poetical, we theraputic

Emcees propurized, punished, and executed

Don't say I shoot, homeboy shooted

You up against the grizzly, cuz McKenzie

I'm on a friend, ain't nothin fun or friendly

I'm headed to where your friends be, yea motherfucker

You wanna bust it in or off the head motherfucker

You heard what I said motherfucker

Yea Kurupt, what the fuck, kidnappin 'em duck

[Daz]

Niggas like you don't make it over here

Where it's all about your heart and the clothes you wear

[Kurupt]

I move out this bitch at the age of sixteen

Got my first M-16 at eighteen

First thing I knew was 11-8 gangstas

Then don't ya know, moved by the 6-0's

Ya ever got quoted, well I did nigga

Quoted on by, ?, Embart, and Harthone

In this land we in homie it's all about stripes

The fool thinkin a nigga settle down with kids and a wife

Fuck a bitch homie, but I warned you homeboy

You can't beat on 'em in California, they'll call the cops on ya

Born in the illy philly Philadel

When from Sheltoe and Dekes to heat and Canishel

When from rhymin on the block, to mini-macks and knots

The macks, petas, mini-mags, and glocks, motherfucker

[Chorus - Daz] 2x

[Daz]

Oh yea, we are most definately in effect

Right about now

Dogg Pound gangstas

Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz

Pushin all them other suckers to the side

All the niggas ran out on us

Shit, we're soundin dope, we right here

Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz {*toilet flushes*

Took five years to digest this shit

So now you got it, be-atch!

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