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Artist: Bloods & Crips
Album:  Bangin' on Wax
Song:   Bangin' on Wax
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Genuine Draft with the Gat
Can you see the Slob slippin' as I aim for the heart but connect with the level
That I'ma bust to this nigga now he's slippin'
Two to the head now he retarted like a Simpson
Now them Snoops wanna switch black
Why else would they Slobs on the motherfuckin' Crip track
I don't know but it feels me with laughter
So peep this Crip shit for that bitch Slob-ass nigga

Fuck all these Crab niggaz, that's right, guess who, Crab Killa's back
The AK-47 mix with a maniac
A nigga with a problem
A nigga ain't wrapped tight
So I'll be rollin' on these Crab niggaz everynight
Creep, Creep, Creep, buck buck, how it goed off
Crabs got towed off, niggaz took a load off
Crab got lifted out, mixed out, shipped it out
Tec-9 bullets was the only thing spittin' out

Well if I'm not killin' a Snoop
I'm runnin' from the police
Or at the spot just hangin' with the homies
Ain't no tellin' where the Kelly is down for
When I'm hangin' on 3-8 double O
A homicide when a nigga ride
Ain't naythin' good about shit with dip out
I kill a punk for the color he's wearing
And kill his bitch ‘cause keep on staring

I throw low blows and elbows on low-lows and that type of shit
That nigga Red Rag straight
C-sick flamin' like a light from a Bic
I'm a magician and you punk Crab bitches are my tricks
You Sissy motherfuckers take ya heat out ya diss me
You wind up like the Ten Deuce Rice Crispies
Kelly Park stay in Compton
The city you was killed in
Slay stay down gettin' charged for a million 

Fuck it, it's time to take some heads off
Put the barrel of my Gauge in a Slob's mouth with one shot
Blow his damn brains out and watch it shatter
And splatter on the concrete
Another Slob
Added to my murder beat, I'm Blue Rag
A Crip for life fool
Bangin' On Wax with a Charles Manson attitude

In 1975
A nigga was raised on the streets of Watts to survive
Where I live it was nuthin' but a living hell
So at the age of nine I rebel
I was growin' up my mom was solo
Bump Crabs for ?piece hunters? niggaz don't give a fuck
Rollin' with a street gang knockin' off Crabs
Cause it's an everyday motherfuckin' thang

Sin Loc - quick to put one in your forehead
Shootin' every motherfucker that I catch wearing red
It's only one thing stoppin' this
I gotta do it on wax
So I can't put the cops in this
And if you runnin' at the mouth straight misled
Sin Loc'll put a slug in your forehead
And for the hood I'ma still keep stompin'
East Sider C Cuz, this is Compton

[REDRUM 781]
Four Crabs down many more is soon to go
Niggaz got love so I'm shootin' up the funeral
I don't give a damn about another nigga's life
I run by and squeeze on a fuckin' trigga tight
People start to fall up bitches call up for the One-Time
Aimin' for his momma so he better walk the chalk line
And I'm servin' Crips to the R.I.P. like it's wholesale
Blue-ass fools are goin' down to a red hell