[Verse 1: Blue Rag]
From dawn 'til dusk another slob bites the dust
When Blue Rag straight start to bust
Only in the streets from a 'Ru troop
Let’s put away our guns and straight throw up a duel
Fuck that rappin’, let’s scuffle to see who’ll buckle
I’ll bet you I’ll win ‘cause I’m ?? knuckles
And knock you out, flat on your back
Then grab the strap, pull the trigger and peel your cap
‘Cause I woke up early this morning
Load up my mag before I gotta chance at yawning
Set off to kill me a Piru
‘Cause I’m the other set and I love wearin' Royal blue
When vicious thoughts in my mind of killin’ a Snoop
And I’ma keep on Crippin’ cause’ it’s a must with no fuss
Another Slob bites the dust
[Verse 2: Crip Inch]
Creepin’ on a mission in the motherfuckin’ dark
It’s the nigga Crip Inch from Compton Kelly Park
Eyes low off the indo, strapped with the .44
Just watch how the gun smoke
I get loose off the Crip juice
Kill another Six-Deuce, just fadin’ the ‘iru
Three times for the C-R-I-P
Now you know why we stopped the peace treaty
Bark in my heart, so, nigga, don’ trip
And Crip Face will go from clip to clip
Mo’ love for my six dead homies
So a nigga just want-a-40
Crooked Eye to the brain got me insane
So a nigga just runnin’ with the K gang
Down for Crip, and down to bust
It’s a must, a Slob gotta bite the dust
[Verse 3: Miss C-Note]
Cloody Mary, I don’t know how you would have recovered
Too bad you couldn’t make it to the album cover
By the way how's the gunshot wound to your head
You knew not to step in my cell ring dead
Did you think you could outrun the bullet in my gun?
Damn, Slob bitches is straight dumb
I guess it’s ‘cause the set that they from
Niggas in red claimin’ gangstas, and cities, yes
I go here on sets, they say to all the real niggas: “Throw your signs up”
And all the Crip motherfuckers kick the “Kill a slob”-rhyme
Crippin ? if you down with your set
To put a muthafuckin’ Snoop bitch down with a knick knack paddy wack
Give a Slob a slug
Point blank range into his muthafuckin’ mug
[Verse 4: BK AKA Tweedy Bird Loc]
Yeah, nigga, BK is back
I’m ‘bout to jack me some slobs on muthafuckin’ wax
Cuz, I can’t stand a nigga wearin’ red
Catch his ass slippin’, shoot him dead in his fuckin’ head
‘Cause I was bred to be a lunatic
Straight from the streets so you know I ain’t takin’ shit
So it’s time for me to check
Them Slob ass niggas who dissed my set
Fuck Avenue Piru
And your Slob ass momma who had you, fools
And it’s comin’ from a G, not a mark
How in the fuck you gone diss Kelly Park?
[Verse 5: AWOL]
Blue coat, blue pants, blue beanie, and blue shoes
Got me livin’, givin’ niggas the blues
You motherfuckin’ right I’m a Ricket
I must kill a Slob then I must go and kick it
Drop the bomb and get on and take my black ass home
‘Cause when they see the Crip face Slobs turn to stone
No time to ball or run you better duck
You’re shit outta luck and stuck while I’m jackin’ for bucks
Inch grab the AK, and it’s aim
Nuts, guts, head and brain
So when I see a shadow duck from the window
I kill a Slob, then you hear the wind blow
Six-four droppin’, fat ass foppin’
Givin’ up the K every hood that I stop in
Eight to the face, fuck it, it’s on
It all went down on Elm and Slough
Yellin’ out K-gang down to gang bang
Killin’ lots and watch all the brains hang
Baby gangsta down for the Crip shit
See a Slob and let my clip spit
Dead flag make a nigga wanna cuss
So trust, a Slob gotta bite the dust
[Outro]
Kelly Park (who?), Atlantic Drive (Yeah)
Neighborhood and Southside! (Right)
Kelly Park (who?), Atlantic Drive (Yeah)
Neighborhood and Southside! (Right)
Kelly Park, Atlantic Drive
Neighborhood and Southside! (Right)
[Outro: Sin Loc]
It’s all the way live in Compton, muthafucka (Yeah)
Steppin’ on you Slobs’ feet (That’s right)
Crunchin’ them motherfuckers up (Hahaha)
(For the Eastside!)
