[Verse 1: Lil' Squee]
In the Central niggas puttin' in work
I didn't stay in the heart but on the rowdy ass outskirts
So watch your ass, the Coast is going to take you out
Blast your ass and blow your motherfuckin; brains out
See its trip snoops don't learn they lesson
Until they see the bullets comin' at they ass from a straight smith and wesson
And then they wanna start confessin'
They should have been strapped and blast some lead in our ass
Niggas from 7-6 is serious about the banging
We go to church with our flags and our motherfuckin pants hanging
And church hoes asking when its going to stop
Bitch it don't stop till my motherfucking casket drops
I took off on a couple a niggas from the jumpstreet
Saying they down and gonna punk Squee
You's a bitch you used to C in the Wrecking Crew
Raise your hand at me nigga I'ma bank you
You wanna squab? you might wanna get 'em up
I tell you what nigga get up on these nuts
Greedy G, Lil Keke, and Lil Squee
Cuz, we some niggas from off the street
[Chorus (x2)]
Homies all standin' around, just hangin'
Some dope dealin' some Gang-Bangin'
Homie wasn't ready for the next fight
Suckers getting over by slanging 'caine
[Verse 2: Greedy G]
Druggin', never duckin', never givin' a fuckin'
Cuz I think most motherfuckers is cluckin'
Greedy G Original from the Darkside, drivin' a 6-4 G-ride
Motherfuckers just don't wanna C me
Cuz I'm a nigga with a class of Hennessey
Courvoisier, and a gang a Remy Martin
Boones, Miller Genuine Draft, a lil' somethin'
I got indo all on my floor
I don't smoke no Thai Bud no more
Cuz I'm a nigga wit a gang a static
If I ain't strapped then Champ got the automatic
To peel the cap of a motherfucker
Put his brains and shit where? All in the gutter
I drive a 4 so that should tell you somethin'
I don't give a fuck about nothin'
I go's anywhere I wanna go
Lynwood, Compton, Watts, and South Central
A big bear wit my crew in the back
A pitbull and the grim reaper holding the ax
And the tombstone let's you know: Hey DJ Quik, DJ Quik, fuck slow! (Fuck slow!)
I wanna rep the big blue wrecking crew
And you got it, I can't stand a Piru
Hi-C fuck 'em, 2nd II None fuck 'em, AMG fuck 'em, DJ Quik fuck 'em
I gotta homie that's a G
Harlem Rip C-Rider by the name of Keke
So little loco won't you kick the facts
And tell 'em Niggas off the Street ain't going for that
[Chorus (x2)]
Homies all standin' around, just hangin'
Some dope dealin' some Gang Bangin'
Get ready for the next fight
[Verse 3: Lil' Keke Loco]
Buster ass niggas selling dope
Scared to gangbang, so they try to push coke
But ain't no future in your frontin
So kick back and chill and learn a little something
From the South Central kid
I'm Lil' Keke Loco from the hood and tell this shit like it is
I'm on a motherfucking come up
Point blank no shame dont nigga you should run up
Cuz ain't no trippin weak game
Puttin you in check with this 9 to your membrane
9 millimeter for the foes
Gotta stay paid life's hard in the O's
Stayin on the Gold Daytona's
Niggas staying on deck and the hoes C on us
Ain't no room for no suckers
Gotta represent the turf for these bitch motherfuckers
The C to the R-I-P (Crip)
The N to the I-N-E (Nina)
The Rollin' to the G-A-N-G thumbs up and what up to the big homie KeKe (Whattup Loc?)
Stomp a nigga to the dirt
Hoes ain't saying shit bitches don't wanna get hurt
Peelin' fools caps
A young nigga on Dayton's so I'm keepin me a strap
Keep my I on a twinky
Fuck a offbrand and they better not slip G
Cuz Harlem 30's in effect
Yeah so don't get your bitch ass checked
Yeah Lil' Blue is on Deck
Lil Potnose, Lil Heaven, and Rat
And the crazy ass homie Young Baby Floyd, Stuck, Mar-Roc, and Mar-Stone
Baby Boy Lock, Killa YG, Baby Jambo, Philly Loco and Roonie
Coming hard with lil' homie Lil' Puffy, Pokey, G-Rat Baller and Big Bad Luck
And the big homie Flim Flam, Ric Roc, Killa Boy, Den Den, and Ice Man
Lil Ge Mack, AJ, and Tim, Keith, Herb, Sinbad, and Pig
30-30 Crip Colt, and Killa Kev, Casper, Ken, Bro and Tray
And oh motherfuck a Twinky, fuck a 62 cuz the set is kinda sneaky
And FTBK, piss stain murderer and IFGK
Can't stand no BSV's, Booty Holes, Dingle Lings, and Van Ness Girlies
Swayhooks maggots, Tank Top Trues, 9-Duece bitches, fuck all IRU's
Staying down for the set, Jim rest in peace I ain't taking no shit
Put C's up young niggas, see, stay down for yours and stay behind the trigger
Cuz you might get smoked by the Keke yeah
And The Niggas off the Street
[Outro: Niggas off the Street]
Whats up cuz
Its on Y'know what I'm sayin' Niggas off the Street in full effect for the '92 shot, Its on!
76 Street, Neighborhood Crip
6-9-3 Crips in the house!
101, Duece, From [?] Eastside street and we's Crippin' to the muthafuckin' fullest (whattup cuz) (whattup lōc)
69 Eastcoast Neighbor Hood know what i'm sayin'
Nigga, Lil' Squee Bastard 76 Street, FUCK YOU!
What about them niggas in Compton, on Aranbe and Spruce? What 'bout 'em
Fuck Them Niggas! Fuck Them Slobs!
We Got Lil' KeKe Loco from Westside Harlem Crip, give it up man!
And we C in South Central
B.G.'s in the muthafuckin' houssse
DJ Quik, when we catch yo punk ass we ain't gon' blast you... (we got beat 'em) (its on cuz) Im'ma Rape Ya Bitchass (Yeah!)
I swear ta gawd
*Laughs and claps*
