yeah its spi first again y all fuck with red rags its g unit west but uh this is crip i make niggas bleed like blood that drip does feed on slugs and that s on crip cuz trip for the grip ain t willing to settle for less i can t rest if i m still in the ghetto besides ass ain t much i ain t willing to peddle i m guilty cause the pots still killing the kettle whether its murder 1 or dead in the yellow on the block with my t shirt concealing the metal i don t meddle with them niggas that ain t on point i smoke blunts these days i ain t on the joints full joint suspensions annoint the mentions like the chief commander i appoint positions and you the type of nigga that i make run off cause you act too hard and won t take nothing off but its easy to see when a fake one s soft and its easy for me to just break one off all my niggas here do it big nigga this crip that s what it is all my bitches in here do it big shake that shit that s what it is all my niggas here do it big nigga this crip that s what it is all my bitches in here do it big shake that shit that s what it is i flip the track great sip on the yak straight trip the clip in the mac let it rip through the back gate keep the sack in because cali the crack state and smoking cocaine is an average black trait keep more green than you can find on shaq s plate try to calculate my stack great another day another dose of dollars and plus my migo supposed to holler so i m on the 110 and i m eastside bound it should be cracking on the east by now i been the most easty on the eastside clown with the hip hop belt and the eastside crown fucking around on the east i ve found that the shit don t die down on eastside ground it pop like a panther burrows you re half a devil but if you step in my path its trouble damn