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bloods & crips – send that crab off كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: evil bat]
now as i’m maxin’, relaxin’ at the pad
i’m mad
smokin’ on the fifty sack
on the phone with a gangsta wrap
he said he had a l!ck with some birds
i said ‘im wid it
come pick me up now, what are we gonna split it”
50/50 in half
we wrote the money in the go_to
now you got caught up in a twist and anyone, i was jackin’ fools
i told gangsta wrap to bring his sh_t yo:
i keep a glock, he brought a_k with the hundred round clip
f_ck this, im paranoid, im smokin weed i can’t think
i need a drink
stop at the liquor store to get me a night drink
it’s on, we goin on a mission
a_k/glock_4_5 boy, ya comin up missin
when you dont listen
you think it’s a game cause it’s drastic
you thinkin my pistols fake because it looks plastic
caskets are holden ya chizzles, what you get
now get back, you better off dead, so you can die b_tch
mother hustlin motherf_cker boy you betta die b_tch

[hook]
send that crab off to die x 2
[verse 2: lil’ laniak]
now when i peep crabs deep
i creep real slow
if they rollin’ down figaro
most times they show
smoke like a blunt, or a hoe with gonorrhea
my 21 shot glock 9 millimeter
already c_cked, hollows ready to spit
they sh_t housin bricks
crab b_tch i got an extra clip
down like a mothaf_cka’, jackin suckas with bustas
you ain’t c_k ride n_gga, f_ck ya!
flam don’t promotin bloods
every night if they
rollin with denver lane gangsta bloods and mafias doin’ c_k’s
redrum rolled off
and little stretch from the eastside
on the b_side with the westside lettin it be known worldwide
that the eastside
westside young blood gangstas
smoke crabs for fun
no guns
i gotta shank ya
make you say ‘uh” he sank my battleship
it ain’t no shame in my game
i bang and slang em to the, to the opposite side of that crab sh_t
and i think it’s about come up to correct that crab b_tch
b_tch dont know pirus or bloods, wanna rep the crabs?
i put the b_side on the c_side, on my bangin on wax
[verse 3: evil bat]
got a little pala
cause im a baller
the shot caller
make me act a f_ckin fool
when im smokin water, pop
my mind just cl!cked
i never saw malakachis hit
plus my boys got busted
and i’m hopin they dont snitch
cause at the pad i got 6 birds plus 200 sack
a hundred thousand unda my bed
crispies and twenty stacks
i cause a rack from their own m&p
to bring the ammunition to 11 tec_9 on a motherf_ckin’ mission to k!ll
so what?
i’m a murderous sh_t
you f_ck with me
i’ll have your head, and have your whole f_ckin’ family hit
b_tch i k!ll for money like al capone
straight laced no cut
conversations on the phone
drug deals and b_tches
and threats “if you dont pay
don’t play with my money, motherf_cker, you’ll get blown away”
cause im the type of n_gga dat be makin my paper
convict, lunatic, straight k!lla in a red trick
and a b_tch will get pumped full of lead, that’s why i k!lled my ex_wife
cause i caught her givin head to some punk motherf_cker from my home town
both hit the ground “pop pop pop pop”
what’s the sound? huh
from a 4_5 glock
that i was bustin when i do dat real gangsta sh_t
and you can die b_tch
mother hustlin motherf_cka boy you better die b_tch
[hook]
send that crab off to die x 2

[verse 4:dog]
wait for my big break
so i can take in a dash
still starvin
a hunger for cash
i tweek deep when i think about my income
i gotta get a couple hunnid thou
and then some spent some on some yay, play to feel like pete rhodes
sprinkle some on some hoes
put on and buy some new clothes
and if ho’ got beef and they want a baby
i bend my middle to my thumb and fold my pinky
i’m dog, can’t no crab whoop me
i f_ck my b_tch, she givin birth to my puppy
gettin all swole, doin pushups
a hunnid a set, nothin nice on the dice, collecting on side bets
and now my point is 8, and that’s easy to make
6 deuce get loose and that’s the money i take
shake the spot
the pockets hot from holdin the grip
y_g d_o_g im out for the chips

[hook]
send that crab off to die x2

[verse 5: gangsta yank]
now let me take this gang sh_t to another level
it’s that brazy n_gga
had to mixin dart and strollin’ with the devil;
gettin ready for a homicide
so when you beat me and my red friend
and get ready to hide
blood, we on a f_ckin mission
makin dates for crips to be dressed by a mortician
and you know how the hunnids do it
set trippin ass bloods lookin for some sh_t to step to it
jizaam i think we found somethin
three crabs in a regal finna turn off on bompton
oh yeah we gots to get em
i grab my glock i bust shots at yo wig blood i gotta split em
and that’s the real the realest
so take it from a thug
eastside five_line bounty hunters bloods

[hook]
send that crab off to die x 2

[verse 6: b_brazy and lil’ hawk]
what’s up n_gga
ay yo watch the dopefiend
ay yo yo man you ancho
ygb braze west side denver lane gangsta. hunnid nice b_tches in the house
and off they swingin’ off the lanes
because they got ridaz that sittin on thangs
so b_tch back the f_ck on up
and let this young gangsta blood grab the mic and go nuts
coming right back at ya
n_gga it’s the hawkster
westside inglewood crenshaw mafia
this the m and the l, l and the m, n_gga don’t stop
as i barrels up the block with my hand on my glock
and this little n_gga
he plays what
he plays the n_gga with the mothaf_ckin gun
sucka punk crash for the cmg, dlb, you n_ggas can’t f_ck with the b

- bloods crips

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