Menace

Artist: C-Bo feat Daz
Album: Enemy of the state
Song: Crippin
Typed by: Salazar_Spencer@Hotmail.com

(C-bo)
Yea that nigga c-bo nigga daz
Putting it down niggas for the real ridas
Fo show

Chorus
(Daz)
Everywhere I go niggas be hollering out my name
Wondering what set I claim and the gang I hang with
But ain’t a dam thang changed
All ya’ll niggas can’t ya’ll fuck wit me we throwing up the C
Claiming what you wanna do
And how you niggas really wanted to be
We just Crippin Crippin all night
We just dipping dipping let’s ride

Verse 1
(C-bo)
It’s c-bo and nigga daz
In a four rag with a automag and tag
Blast niggas up out there boots
Two fingers spreaded out the roof
21 gun salute and crush sun like big pun nigga I die for 21 street
Like daz would die for us
Call a connect game wreck thang
Disrespect I swing a tech main
For the garden blocks and for the insane
If you down for your gang throw your rags in the air
Flag a muthafuckas like you just don’t care
I’ma ride for mine do or die for mine
Southside duce nine long beach eastside
We gone ride together slide high together

Verse 2
(Daz)
We gone crip and die together getting high forever
C-bo daz dilly serving other niggas in they city getting gritty
Things getting schitty roll a vego or philly
Now it’s time to get stupid on them really
Hot stone grown
Wherever I roam put meat on my bone
Me and c-bo with kilos going zone for zone
My tolerance is anonymous
Coke weed cop feds homie I’m dropping them
Four pills have me in a mood to kill
Prepare for your floddeyest spill that’s on the real
(C-bo) Fill the nigga up to the rim of the cold steel
(Daz)
Collect rhino when we explode like dinomite how many niggas killed
tonight
Is it you you you and all of you
In the back flossing your style with the muthafucking mag
Going clip for clip all about my business and chips
Fly whips getting dip and taking no shit
See we serious about this delirious about this curious about this
And pitiful without this
How you gone come to a battle without a gun you get done fucking with
duce
nine and two one

Verse 3
(Daz)
I guess the war zone get the souljas and let’s go to war
Putting in work muthafucka even the score
Many machine guns grenades and 45’s
Get crazy in the land whre it’s hard to survive
Catching niggas flipping with the hood and the Crippin
On the mission blast the niggas if they wrong with it
See we bang for a living
Used to guns drugs and prison niggas doing hecka tight m* with the
scandless
bitches back
Loop that smoked out hit another one
When I’m bombed out smoked out
So we rode the swerve in the glass house and we rolled the street
Our brand of niggas rolled up on us and we pulled out the heat
I said what’s up
He replieded the wrong set it’s
My duty and my job to put this nigga to rest
Boom boom shots from the tech rang out another enemy gone
That’s what I’m talking about
Niggas yell my name out say they gone kill me
I ain’t worried about that
Ya’ll niggas can’t kill me see my homies is killas
And we do this for passion
You better get your strap when you see who we bastard
When we run on you
There won’t be no asking
You better get your strap when you see who we bastard

Verse 4
(C-bo)
There ain’t no future in you fronton
You bitches straight hoes which niggas wanna scrap with the bo
I peel his cap with the fo fo
You niggas gone die tonight
Crip car gone ride tonight
Niggas wanna see bo the hardcore
Dump niggas in the sea
Mini fourteen leave a nigga slumped in his front seat
Approach me I dem a magnum to your teeth
Hoppin out the bently high
Sagging down to my knees
Screaming out thug life dump slugs in the air
Living in a mansion with no neighbors and don’t care
Drinking cristal out the bottle
Since the life of luxury been stuck with me
I being smothered with models
I’m a thug nigga won’t die alone without taking a life
And shoot a piggy in his face for a third strike
You can cremate me or send me to jail
And just don’t give a fuck

Chorus