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lirik lagu crip keeper – nationwide rip ridaz

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intro: big freeze:

yeah, watts franklin square crip gang is on a mothafuccin’ rip, totin’ the tecs, hittin’ n*ggas’ hip up offa they sh*t, he get his b*tch*ass chin checced, and what’s next is you got n*ggas that claim they flossin’, but they can’t cross the real bosses, so we got f*dg* towns in this mothafucca, front streets, who gon’ serve you for the ’95, bacc on you n*ggas’ b*tch*ass, n*ggas that don’t like it, b*tches that don’t like it turn your mothafuccin’ stereo off, ’cause ain’t no love on the motherfuccin’ darkside, death, strugglin’, dope smugglin’, n*ggas don’t give a fucc ’bout n*ggas that ain’t got love for mothafuccin’ k!llas, so everybody ass who can’t deal about ’cause we might’ve scared you? well i did, to take a trip to the motherfuccin’ darkside, where the real crip keepers ride…

verse 1: big freeze:

you crossed the path of a schizophrenic k!lla
ruler of the underground known as the crip keeper
the evil*ass eastside is where this n*gga dwell
k!llin’ all snoops to take them back wit’ me to h*ll
and once i got you ain’t no turnin’ bacc, nuh*uh, come on, come with freeze
the (?) and the fire through the rest, of eternity
you think your sells coke, where your own ’cause it’s hot
you think you gonna escape where you own, loc, you’re not
i’m stalkin’ like a black panther, in the night
i’m k!llin’ up every fuccin’ snoop that’s in sight
this n*gga’s in all blacc, paccin’ a big gat
infra*dead scope, trenchcoat and a top hat
see ’em layin’ in the cut, peepin’ the scope they don’t own ya
tch*tch boom, punk now you’re a goner
face to face with death, ’cause i peeled your dome
no one can shake the evil side where these k!llers, roam
and try to tell you break, north side or even west
and wound up with a bullet lodged in your fuccin’ chest
’cause n*ggas on a rampage, totin’ the sawed*off
death is what becomes the slobs caught up in this holocaust
and ain’t no second chance, you should’ve came prepared
but now you try to run ’cause yo’ b*tch*ass is scared
but you’s about to witness, this badass sleeper
gone like that, ’cause you done crossed the crip keeper
chorus: big freeze:

yeah, the crip keeper’s what i am
comin’ to reap souls, and take ’em bacc with freeze six feet deep
and once i spot you i got you, ain’t no hidin’ and runnin’
’cause i’m a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin’

verse 2: og broncoe:

little blue devil from the darkside waitin’ to chuccs? you in
a shadow in the night life, driftin’ and runnin’
i see the reap, that you sow, when you lie
i am the legend that you must meet, when you die
there’s see no one else just us, you and i
the fork in the road all slightly to the right
a chrome guillotine blade glowin’ in the darkness
to petrify my victim, steal his soul ’cause i’m heartless
i got blue hands and blue feet
controllin’ the elements, defy the laws of gravity
and though you can say, you feel my presence from within
you know that i’m there, my touch is icy like the wind
you cannot incense, voodoo doll, witchcraft, orcs and black magic
ain’t nuttin’ save you, eternal madness
not even a board of ouija can defeat me when i’m summoned
i’m comin’, it’s time to go, get ready to roll, i got yo’ number!
i’m someone like medusa, seduce ya as i (?) ya
and turn you into stone with a glimpse of the future
lay down your weapon, get to steppin’, make you (?)
’cause i’m a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin’
verse 3: ?:

h*llbound was the sound of the trumpet
cast up the full moon, slobs know i’m comin’
settin’ your ass up with the fuccin’ quiccness
this time you all die like the motherfuccin’ siccness
evil side steppin’, speak won’t make you sit and watch it happen
funk up on the keeper now i’m comin’ with an axe in
ain’t no turnin’ bacc, once i grabs yo’ head
and now you won’t bound to steppin’ in eternity with a dead man
step after step, day after day, i’m on another rage
12 slobs slayed was the news on the front page
and ain’t no stoppin’ what i’m doin’, never goin’ to jail
a one*way ticcet, takin’ snoop n*ggas to h*ll
1, 2, (?) is comin’ for you…

chorus: ?:

and ain’t no escapin’ the crip keeper’s what i am
comin’ to reap souls, and take them bacc with me six feet deep
and once i spot you i got you, ain’t no hidin’ and runnin’
’cause i’m a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin’

interlude: big freeze:

hush little baby, don’t say a word
mama’s been a victim of the crip keeper…
verse 4: og cixx pac:

you better get a straitjaccet, here comes danger
notify the swat team, just ready the dead chamber
creepin’ through the fog, all you see is a glare
yeah it’s me cixx pac from franklin square
then i disappear in the tree, just start searchin’
panic on the city all slobs start worryin’
national guard is on the way but then won’t help
dead snoops found and i still got a house left
as i stand and look across the horizon
they got the high beam goin’ chainsaw, tryin’ in
and yellin’ “surrender or you shot in the chest”
but i’m already dead, mister officer, what next?
then i turn around, headin’ for the next town
put my chainsaw to the sky ’cause i’m (?)
now i’m surrounded by the national guard again
and when i wake up i’m in a golster hulkin’
layin’ in a hospital bed not knowin’ what happened then in my head lil’ voices chant
thou shall not k!ll…

chorus: big freeze:

and ain’t no escapin’ the crip keeper’s what i am
comin’ to reap souls, and take them bacc with me six feet deep
and once i spot you i got you, ain’t no hidin’ and runnin’
’cause i’m a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin’, booyah!

outro: big freeze:

mothafuccas, watts franklin square crip gang on the rip, and for death, n*gga, still tote the tecs, franklins, f*dg* towns and front streets, n*gga, but you don’t hear me, much love, to my n*ggas that’s gon’ ride this sh*t for death though, n*ggas like them real n*ggas, them real k!llas, my n*ggas (?) loc, you know i’m sayin’, my n*gga big half, baby half, lil’ freeze, baby freeze, my n*gga young stone, my n*gga koollay, the tweed loc the specialist, you know what i’m sayin’, my n*gga cixx pac, all them n*ggas that’s real k!llas, to the craziest compton crip i know, that n*gga young t*mike, you know what i’m sayin’, all them real k!llas, the n*gga g*mac, in the mothafuccin’ house, geah don’t give a fucc about nothin’… i gotta give a shoutout to all them hoes you done fucced down that’s hoes, no rubber hoes, hahahaha…!

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