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Don’t Stress Me Lyrics by Bloods & Crips

Bangin’ on Wax: Greatest Hits

1996

[GANGSTA RED]
Gangsta Red touch you down to the head
I got a 9 for the Crabs, a MAC-10 for the Feds
It ain't nuthin' but a Villain thang
Always prepared, never scared to bang
Rollin' through the hood
Puffin' a dub sack
The Eastside Rickets where the gangsta Bloods at
5000, 6 to the hunned
Spot a E-Ricket, draw down and gun it
Fuck E-Rickets, man, fuck E-Rickets
Bloodstone Villains won't get it twisted
And to you suckers True Flue
You know what to do
Put the 9 to your head and catch a bullet or two
Break-a-break-a 1-9 E-Rickets, do you hear me?
It's Gangsta Red on the mic flowin' freely
From B-S-B-G-5-6-S-T
C-187 so, Blood, don't stress me
[Member of BLOODSTONE VILLAINS]
It's the B-gang, punks
Chumps, and wimps
Don't get it twisted straight Villains, not pimp
You might seem to have a little bit in common
We still slappin' bitches
On Crabs, we bombin'
Get paid, we not afraid
Fuckin' with the Villains and you gon' get sprayed
The notorious, oh so glorious
5-Deuce Villains, can't nobody fuck with us
V-I-L-L-I-A-N, count to ten
And you find that you can't win
East Side of L.A., is where we dwell
Dissin' all Crabs, so, fool, don't tell
It's already known that Crabs Run in Packs
So all E-Rickets just suck the bozak
Representin' Five-Deuce Villain Gangstas
Fuck with us, we cold gonna hang ya
I put a plug in your ass or maybe deuce
Smoke that ass like a motherfucking deuce to get loose
On all Rickets, Crab, whoever
Losin' a battle, Villains, never
B-L-O-O-D-S
So, Crabs, don't stress
It ain't nuthin' but a Bloodstone Villain thang
[Chorus]
5 thousand 6 hunned 5
Bloodstone Villains killing Crabs on the spot
5 thousand Deuce hunned 5
Bloodstone Villains killing Crabs with the nine
[Member of BLOODSTONE VILLAINS]
Straight from the heart, Blood, I tell you this
Shootin' at Crickets, huh, I don't miss
Aimin' at the 5-O for a target
I thought he was a rookie
But, damn, I hit a sergeant
Shot him in the head
I cold laid him dead
Puttin' in work, who give a fuck about the Feds
Claimin' the East Side
The Rollin Fifty's
Who give a fuck about Rickets
They all Sissies
Runnin' in Packs
They better watch they back
'Cause the Bloodstone Villains cuttin' Crabs off the map
Puttin' them in check
Leavin' them in a wreck
And all gangstas in the hood
They get respect
Here we go again on a smoke roll
Five-Deuce, Five-Six Villains goin' on a Crab patrol
Takin' out Crabs on sight, young Rickets
OG's, it don't matter what you look like
And if you dressed in blue
It's only a clue for me to do what I'm gonna do
I'm a gangsta, straight up terrorist
Takin' out Crabs to get away, I don't care about this
I do it for fun, keepin' Crabs on the run
I got a gun
Go get a bulletproof vest, son
And protect yourself, for your good health
I put your obituary up on the shelves
Because I'm gonna move ya from the ground
Have you stretched out in the box slapped to the ground
And when I'm hangin' don't test me
Chillin' like a Villain so, Blood, don't stress me (Stress me)
[Chorus]
5 thousand 6 hunned 5
Bloodstone Villains killing Crabs on the spot
5 thousand Deuce hunned 5
Bloodstone Villains killing Crabs with the nine
[GANGSTA RED]
Five-Six, Five-Deuce
And also the Seven
It's Gangsta Red straight flowin' from the head
Checkin' you suckers
Because you're nuthin' but bustas
Cowards in a Pack if you know it's always like that
So fuck you Crabs with your weak-ass raps
It's Gangsta Red on the motherfuckin' mic
And you know it just don't stop
So watch me as I turn this motherfucka out
Two deads three, now that equal five
Motherfuckin' Crabs that ain't alive
I did it with the quickness, not cared about a witness
Now tell me can you hang with the sickness?
And, yeah, it's only right
I jacked the Crabs for his corner just the other night
They all on my shit
Front, back
Hittin' the pancake switch
Rollin' down the Ave., and what do I bee?
Some motherfuckin' Crabs following right behind me
So I hit a corner
Reach for my strap, goddamn, gotta peel some more Crabs' caps
Villain's the gang, killin's the thang
Understand what I'm sayin', man?
It's just a motherfuckin' Villain thang
So, Blood, don't stress me

About “Don’t Stress Me” by Bloods & Crips

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