[Intro: Goodman]
Man, fuck these litte
No gangsta ass bitches
The fuckin' crips come out on top
We’ll fuckin' drop you, you hear?
We'll fuckin' drop you!
C's up, lil' bitches!
[Verse 1: Goodman]
Shot a fuckin' trick, and he down with the gun
Endin' lives with the clique, you don't know what we on
Yeah, Nikki, you’s a bitch, Went to K-Rhyme just to switch
You and the rest of yo' crew, we tired of ya shit, bitch
I got a lot to get off my chest, yeah, you bloody mess
Steadyin' aim at yo' body, takin' care of the pest
Big Red I got yo' bitch, with her tongue, where it best belong
Fuck any of y'all, or a diss, end you with the song
I gotta problem with you, mane, so you better watch yo' back
Big Bear, you ain't no gangsta, get yo' ass back to sellin' crack
[Verse 2: Togre]
Buck a bitch down to the ground, make him frown
Hit ‘em with the 9, bitch, you gon’ hear that sound
Fool named Big Red stay hatin’ on the crew
Let’s see if he still hatin’ when I buck ‘em with my tool
This trick named Nikki, she a bitch, yeah, we can’t leave that
Got my gat to yo' back, pistol whip the bitch, now come C that
I got anna with this trick, and they call him Bear
He a busta, told him to pull up, but the bitch was scared
Wasn’t there, now to all you bloods that stay sneak dissin’
Shut ya fuckin’ mouth, ‘fore you end up missin’
[Verse 3: Mario N Blu]
Yo, it’s Mario
N Blu, reppin’ colors, that is true
If I see a ho wearin’ red, yeah, he through
I’mma hide the body, you might have to find the clues
And I’m smokin’ square, lots of weed
Might just have to smoke some more
Yeah, them bloods can’t last
‘Cause them fools are just some ho’s
And I stay fried, joint or blunt in a driveby
A trick wanna take me out, but it’s a nice try
Mario N Blu, smoked out and stay gettin’ high
I heard of a ho around that like to give blow
She done sucked the blood clique
She got fucked head to toe
[Verse 4: Prisonz]
Yeah, Prisonz on the tape, these red suckas are too late
I’m already in yo' house, goin' through yo' shit
Everyone in the vicinity, is a witness to my lethal grip
I’m comin' in with hella ammo, but yo' life, I'm gon' dismiss
Robbin' everything in yo' crib, yeah, you don't need that
Prisonz is droppin' you, poppin' you, stoppin' you, doin' whatever I gotta do
And I got you with the nine, it been past time
Committin' hella fuckin' crimes
I'm takin' hella lives, so I'll have to buck you bitch
I never leave a bitch alive, and I never tell a lie
Bloods, i’m endin' yo' fuckin' life
[Verse 5: MC Psych]
I’m the one you can’t C, I’m the one you can’t B
If you fuck around with me, you’ll be dead in the streets
MC Psych, I’m comin’, and gunnin’, and runnin’ on suckas that wanna do somethin’
But they can’t do nothin’, ‘cause I’ma be gunnin’, and blood gon’ be gushin’
And all of the hoes’ll be lovin’
I can’t be fuckin’ ‘round with trizzicks that don’t fuck with the clique
Droppin’ it on bitches like Big Red, I’ll take ‘em out real quick
Killin’ any bitch I’m catchin’ slippin’, ‘cause I ain’t takin’ shit
But I’m gon’ take yo' shit, and that’s because I’m hella sick
You done got me fucked up, so that means you outta luck
I’m robbin’ you bitches, and leavin’ no witness, because it’s big business
And ‘cause I be buck
And on that note, I think it’s time to say goodbye
Try and fuck up once again, and you bitches ‘bout to die
[Verse 6: Togre]
B for bitches, goin’ down, they gon’ hear them hollow rounds
Pull out the nine millimeter and blast them slob trizzicks down
I’m on game, on that ‘caine, and I’m goin’ crazy, mane
Blast yo brain with that thang, leavin’ bustas dead up in the rain
I told y’all ho’s once, don’t fuckin’ step to me
‘Cause if you do, I take my fuckin’ glizzock and I let it free
B, what’s up, ho, why you leavin’ when a playa’s broke?
Snake ass hizzo’s got to go, so now, I got you in my scope
So you gon’ see how we do you when you get touched
And fool, we comin’ after you, but ain’t no need to rush
[Hook: All]
Bloods we comin' after you
So get shot down with the tool
Bloods we comin' after you
So get shot down with the tool
Bloods we comin' after you
So get shot down with the tool
Bloods we comin' after you
So get shot down with the tool
Bloods we comin' after you
So get shot down with the tool
Bloods we comin' after you
So get shot down with the tool
[Verse 7: Goodman]
Goodman got some late night words, takin' care of business
This the last thing bloods ever heard, makin' it on my hit list
Stainin' over town, one day you might even miss this
B, you let me down, left your kid and then you risked it
Hangin' with the crew, somethin' we was meant to do
Stick to yo' homies fuckin' bitch, left and said "now, oh we through?"
Want me to go and grab my tool? Yeah, these crips ain't been no fool
I'mma stick it in yo' chest, and create a bloody mess, pool!
Bitch, I hate a snake
Trusted a B, turned to a fake
Goin' against the C’s, you already sealed yo' fate
Bullets at yo' face
Somebody said its killin' season, so I guess that they were right
Somebody said it's sort of treason, when you take a pussy’s life
