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letra de if it’s on let it happen - bloods & crips

[cixx pac]
separating the busta’s from the g’s and the loc’s
steady frontin and flossin, you get a gauge to your throat
perpetrating like you hard, tryna get them stripes
but if you try to hard i might take your life
c i’m a n-gg- well known throughout the city of tombstone, cixx
pac is back taking two to the dome
you wanna test your luck, call me a studio gangsta
say it my face best believe i’ma shank ya’
bangin on wax ain’t jack when it comes to the real
set trip on cixx pac and wait to get your wig split
now as i chase ya down with chainsaw cixx pac is back with k!lla’s
you ain’t never saw
cuttin and cuttin like jason, but wait a minute
? wrap the bodie so they know i did it
you can’t ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
a sk!ll to k!ll another dead invention(?)
drag the dead body it’s to big to carry, and it took’em 10 years to
find out where he’s buried

[green eyez]
green eyez i’m that gangsta m-th-f-cka
you heard me on bangin on wax, well now i’m bangin your hood rat
cause see i’m a n-gg- that gives a f-ck about no one
except my b-tch and ya i love that trick
i never cheats on my b-tch, cause my b-tch is my gat, and that
m-th-f-ckin hoe gonna always have my back
and that’s a fact that’s why green eyez stays packed
for any m-th-f-cka out there tryna test my nut sack
so don’t get it twisted n-gg- cause i’m lightskin
with green eyes, some hair, and i got some ?
cause i’ll buck yo punk -ss in a minute
and as for your trampy -ss b-tch, n-gg- i was already up in it
hitting the kizok, i’m back in the blizock, servin these rizock, and
stacking the nizock(?)
and i gotta say what’s up to the n-gg-s who came together for the
sh-t
green eyez is out for the bloods and crips

[b.g. awol]
you can call me lucifer duece, see cause i’m k!lling some sh-t
drop top at your church with a .30-06
so when you c triple six and the rifle
you praying like f-ck cause i’m the devils deciple
f-ck it, forgive me, don’t say it won’t happen again
god f-cked up so now satan is locked in
i’d rather f-ck me a b-tch than go to church
but i c the n-gg- you telling to pull my pants up
what your missin is a life getting took
cause too many n-gg-s tryna fit in the guinness book
i gaffled so mant n-gg-s and b-tches and tricks
so much sh-t that it that it just might not fit
k!ll me once and i still come back again, reincarnated as a n-gg-
with a mac-10

[lil hawk]
it’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah n-gg- it’s me
it’s that n-gg- from the hood lil hawk y.g
im bout to flow it like i know it, smooth f-ck up sh-t
like i told you once before i got to clock my grip
trip the grip that i clock, n-gg-s from the ? that i slang on the block
every m-th-f-ckin day
dimes, dubs, comin back to back
going sack for sack to keep my pockets on fat
this ain’t no boyz in the hood or no punk -ss colors
i ain’t bangin on wax, you got it twisted m-th-f-cka
it’s just business, so i got to handle it
comin from the land of the m-th-f-ckin ?
don’t f-ck with me, then i won’t f-ck with you
but if you do n-gg- that’s on my hood that -ss is thru
and it don’t matter where you from on this hoo bang
crip or blood n-gg-s just a ? thang
(straight gangsta n-gg-, woop woop)

[big freeze]
with a ak-47, they label me deadly
more hazardous to a n-gg-s health than ? ?
c i’m the destructa, doomsday bringer, ruler of the underground ?
draggin hanger(?)
gang banger so they label me a walking threat
cause i saw f-ck the world and i bang for my set
c i only f-ck with playa’s, hustla’s, k!lla’s get the bullsh-t up outta
here
cause ? ? ? ? ? ? k!lla’s
recognize k!lla’s by the look in they eye
the look that say i ain’t scared to k!ll and i ain’t scared to die
i’m the enemy ? who’s f-ckin me
tryna lock me up and give me life in the penitentiary
a product of the hood ? ? ? police
and i won’t stop k!lling ? ? rest in peace
put you in a casket, cause a n-gg- blasted
? from a gansta f-ck yo mama, die b-st-rd

[lil laniak 2]
now i’m the bangin and dangerous, young gangsta a lil laniak
deuce
? to my crew and we strapped to
fools got problems got beef with me or my homies
finished or not finished you crack with this .40
don’t even have to use the strap we scr-p like bulldogs
you know i steady prowlin ? breaking jaws
f-ck all of y’all, who ain’t down with this thang
i puttin pistols to the ? and blowin out brains
punk n-gg-s i hate, i got a mental vendetta, ya i remember all my
homies show me my .45 beretta
and instead of me sayin, say h-lla to my little friend
listen to the shots of the glock as your life ends
don’t begin to start cryin, ain’t no need to start tryin
talk me outta k!lling your -ss, cause your punk -ss is dying
and i’m not lying, you’ll be flat-lining the ?and breathless
in order you felt this ? ? ? ?
so don’t mess with, cause i’m gettin tired of saying it’s that y.g
gangsta lil laniak
(woop woop)

[troll loc]
now growing up in compton for me was kinda shady
my g’s was my daddy so i guess them n-gg-s made me
cause while it sounds gangsta that i grew up ?
i seen a lot of sh-t, but it’s to horrible to say
c from the age of 9, my o.g.’s was my role model
lil rookie in the game and they showed me all the rules to follow
told me never slip, keep a grip, and a fly b-tch, and if a n-gg- trip
get in his sh-t and always stay a crip
mom saw it comin, locked me in the house and boarded me in
but it was to d-mn cause i was already quoted in
lost to the streets so i guess i have no future, wanted to be like my
g’s cause them n-gg-s hang with shooters
kelly park took the place of the people i call family
mom tried to save me but she knew she couldn’t help me
cause i was fascinated and that’s i want to be
turned out by my g’s just a young loc

[evil bat a.k.a batman]
blood in my hood where i’m from you got to be a lunatic
f-cking with the wrong n-gg- you get smoked quick
but that ain’t the point, the point is this
you do a drive by punk, you better not miss
i ? ? ? ? to go get the gat
some n-gg-s rolled on me, so you know i’m rolling back
i’m taking n-gg-s to war, like never before
i destroy m-th-f-ckas so i blew up a liquor store
15 fools got blown away, i thank the devil for servin another
ruthless day

[big bun a.k.a. rider j]
cause i’m your big your bad your everyday fad
the role of a gangsta a ? ?
i’m raging against delirious ? because there stupid
they love to play games
they want, they taunt, they put up a front
get outta my face ya useless punk
your jocking my d-ck, you got some nerve
cause your broke and to the curb
except for what’s in your drawers
the little ol monkey is your only ?
jr hitting switches up and down
a 6-4 rag plushed out with sound
buying clothes at the local swap meet
t-shirt, shoes, and f-ck eazy-e
saggin through the hood
cause it’s on that ?, drinking 8 ball, smoking bud that’s right
and now i’m vaguely high, trippin on some b-tches, for what and
why
i wanna f-ck a b-tch any one who’s right
to have it like a ? cause it’s on tonight

[evil bat a.k.a. batman]
another execution, police is the victim
n-gg-s bustin back so punk police come and get some
i don’t give a f-ck about a m-th-f-ckin sargent
police always lie, that’s why they die they got me started

- bloods crips

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