letra de send that crab off - bloods & crips
[verse 1: evil bat]
now as i’m maxin’, relaxin’ at the pad
i’m mad
smokin’ on the fifty sack
on the phone with a gangsta wrap
he said he had a l!ck with some birds
i said ‘im wid it
come pick me up now, what are we gonna split it”
50/50 in half
we wrote the money in the go-to
now you got caught up in a twist and anyone, i was jackin’ fools
i told gangsta wrap to bring his sh-t yo:
i keep a glock, he brought a-k with the hundred round clip
f-ck this, im paranoid, im smokin weed i can’t think
i need a drink
stop at the liquor store to get me a night drink
it’s on, we goin on a mission
a-k/glock-4-5 boy, ya comin up missin
when you dont listen
you think it’s a game cause it’s drastic
you thinkin my pistols fake because it looks plastic
caskets are holden ya chizzles, what you get
now get back, you better off dead, so you can die b-tch
mother hustlin motherf-cker boy you betta die b-tch
[hook]
send that crab off to die x 2
[verse 2: lil’ laniak]
now when i peep crabs deep
i creep real slow
if they rollin’ down figaro
most times they show
smoke like a blunt, or a hoe with gonorrhea
my 21 shot glock 9 millimeter
already c-cked, hollows ready to spit
they sh-t housin bricks
crab b-tch i got an extra clip
down like a mothaf-cka’, jackin suckas with bustas
you ain’t c-k ride n-gga, f-ck ya!
flam don’t promotin bloods
every night if they
rollin with denver lane gangsta bloods and mafias doin’ c-k’s
redrum rolled off
and little stretch from the eastside
on the b-side with the westside lettin it be known worldwide
that the eastside
westside young blood gangstas
smoke crabs for fun
no guns
i gotta shank ya
make you say ‘uh” he sank my battleship
it ain’t no shame in my game
i bang and slang em to the, to the opposite side of that crab sh-t
and i think it’s about come up to correct that crab b-tch
b-tch dont know pirus or bloods, wanna rep the crabs?
i put the b-side on the c-side, on my bangin on wax
[verse 3: evil bat]
got a little pala
cause im a baller
the shot caller
make me act a f-ckin fool
when im smokin water, pop
my mind just cl!cked
i never saw malakachis hit
plus my boys got busted
and i’m hopin they dont snitch
cause at the pad i got 6 birds plus 200 sack
a hundred thousand unda my bed
crispies and twenty stacks
i cause a rack from their own m&p
to bring the ammunition to 11 tec-9 on a motherf-ckin’ mission to k!ll
so what?
i’m a murderous sh-t
you f-ck with me
i’ll have your head, and have your whole f-ckin’ family hit
b-tch i k!ll for money like al capone
straight laced no cut
conversations on the phone
drug deals and b-tches
and threats “if you dont pay
don’t play with my money, motherf-cker, you’ll get blown away”
cause im the type of n-gga dat be makin my paper
convict, lunatic, straight k!lla in a red trick
and a b-tch will get pumped full of lead, that’s why i k!lled my ex-wife
cause i caught her givin head to some punk motherf-cker from my home town
both hit the ground “pop pop pop pop”
what’s the sound? huh
from a 4-5 glock
that i was bustin when i do dat real gangsta sh-t
and you can die b-tch
mother hustlin motherf-cka boy you better die b-tch
[hook]
send that crab off to die x 2
[verse 4:dog]
wait for my big break
so i can take in a dash
still starvin
a hunger for cash
i tweek deep when i think about my income
i gotta get a couple hunnid thou
and then some spent some on some yay, play to feel like pete rhodes
sprinkle some on some hoes
put on and buy some new clothes
and if ho’ got beef and they want a baby
i bend my middle to my thumb and fold my pinky
i’m dog, can’t no crab whoop me
i f-ck my b-tch, she givin birth to my puppy
gettin all swole, doin pushups
a hunnid a set, nothin nice on the dice, collecting on side bets
and now my point is 8, and that’s easy to make
6 deuce get loose and that’s the money i take
shake the spot
the pockets hot from holdin the grip
y-g d-o-g im out for the chips
[hook]
send that crab off to die x2
[verse 5: gangsta yank]
now let me take this gang sh-t to another level
it’s that brazy n-gga
had to mixin dart and strollin’ with the devil;
gettin ready for a homicide
so when you beat me and my red friend
and get ready to hide
blood, we on a f-ckin mission
makin dates for crips to be dressed by a mortician
and you know how the hunnids do it
set trippin ass bloods lookin for some sh-t to step to it
jizaam i think we found somethin
three crabs in a regal finna turn off on bompton
oh yeah we gots to get em
i grab my glock i bust shots at yo wig blood i gotta split em
and that’s the real the realest
so take it from a thug
eastside five-line bounty hunters bloods
[hook]
send that crab off to die x 2
[verse 6: b-brazy and lil’ hawk]
what’s up n-gga
ay yo watch the dopefiend
ay yo yo man you ancho
ygb braze west side denver lane gangsta. hunnid nice b-tches in the house
and off they swingin’ off the lanes
because they got ridaz that sittin on thangs
so b-tch back the f-ck on up
and let this young gangsta blood grab the mic and go nuts
coming right back at ya
n-gga it’s the hawkster
westside inglewood crenshaw mafia
this the m and the l, l and the m, n-gga don’t stop
as i barrels up the block with my hand on my glock
and this little n-gga
he plays what
he plays the n-gga with the mothaf-ckin gun
sucka punk crash for the cmg, dlb, you n-ggas can’t f-ck with the b
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