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intro: cixx pac x5:

little blue devil chantin’ that ouija
n_gga creepin’ on them slobs like an apache…

verse 1: cixx pac:

yeah, hahahahaha, watts up
now as i sit bacc meditatin’, gazin’ at a full moon
you feel the mark of the beast when i enter the room
a known felon, steady bellin’, chuccin’ up c’s
a n_gga straight outta watts, blue’d down with the chucc t’s
c_i_x is the name that i claim
eastside (?) town franklin square crip gang
neighborhood, understood and it’s like that
cross out my t__th and i’m mashin’ with a rubber jacc
and when i’m mobbin’ i’m knowin’ that you guessin’
do this n_gga still got that smith n wesson?
but try your lucc, cross my path and get stucc
see they call me king satan ’cause i gives a mad fucc
a blue devil on the prowl for blood
i don’t (?) so i gots to face, showin’ ‘еm no love
catchin’ them creepin’ for thinkin’ i was slippin’
jokes on you my n_gga now i’m grip rеapin’
and if you wonder how i’m puttin’ it down
just come to watts and that’s the bigg cixx pac, king of the underground
verse 2: young k_c:

crippin’, n_gga, who’s got the nine in my holster?
blue devil on my shoulder and it turned me to a loccsta
saggin’, blue raggin’, doin’ murders in my mask in
rode through slob hood, jump out so i can blast ’em (booyah!)
now ask ’em, who’s next to flex with the ylc’s?
pullin’ them triggas, gettin’ bigger with my lpb
testin’ me, we gon’ see a slob rip
domed with the chrome for fuccin’ with young k_c
would i, should i, k!ll for the hood
paccin’ pistols in my (?) and i’m up to no good
dumpin’ the birds i could, and i like a page i just flipped
slappin’ n_ggas with my pistol ’cause i’m real with this bullsh_t
pullin’ the trigga quicc, that’s on crip i blast
catchin’ 2 to the chest as i rip yo’ ass

verse 3: koollay:

hand me the strap, watch how fast i peel his cap
n_ggas like you, i’m quicc to doin’ that
fuccin’ with a franklin, straight out the jailhouse
that wouldn’t hesitate to put a strap in a slob mouf
haven’t seen a new year on an out since ’88
all i thought about was weights, and hittin’ the gates
now i’m on a outing, a crip with a mad grip
wishin’ that a slob_ass n_gga would trip
so bacc the fucc up, when i roll i’m g’d up
brains and casket, twistin’ the weed up
verse 4: baby half dead:

the night time’s, the right time’s to blow a mothafucca mind
out of the skull with this mothafuccin’ tec_9
toughline bullets comin’ bacc to bacc
puttin’ slobs in they bacc, y’all call yourselves some k!llers but y’all ain’t all that
you ain’t across the room, franklin crip and got bucced
and now you gettin’ carried by cixx in your blacc chuccs
and i don’t feel no love for your family, see
that’s how it is when you dealin’ with a watts l_o to the c
i’m goin’ through the depths of h_ll with a f12
and all these devils wanna throw a n_gga in a cell
i got no time for no mothafuccin’ time
i rather get paid than free my mothafuccin’ nine
so when the pigs try to locc me up for some dirt
i’m throwin’ in a fresh clip and puttin’ in some mo’ work

verse 5: cixx pac:

now as i creep like a crocodile, n_gga, goin’ buccwild
death strugglin’ makes me a mental child
keep ’em a game tight strap with a automatic
you wanna be prepared to die, ’cause i might panic
n_gga, ’cause i’m creepin’ so ain’t no need for trippin’
i thought you knew my heart pump blue, don’t get it twisted
you better know this alone when you see one
you might be big but you ain’t bigger than my shotgun
mobbin’ through the f, with weed on my breath
i got a bottle of cisco drinkin’ it by my d_mn self
little blue devil bellin’ through the darkside
n_gga mobbin’ too deep me and my tec_9
it ain’t no jokin’ around ’cause i ain’t playin’
you better recognize ‘fore yo’ head gets sprayed again
alright cuz, d_mn!

- nationwide rip ridaz

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