[Dave East] Shout out my crips that still crippin´, nigga Shout out my bloods that still bloodin´, nigga Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy niggas Came from the bottom, all my get money niggas
[Styles P & Dave East] Wanna die, you ain´t got to cry, you just got to pray Put some weed where I lay, I´ma see another day Full of energy, you my enemy, you got to pay Was on the East side, fuckin´ with them crips the other day Was on the West side, fuckin´ with them bloods the other day
Always look you in your eye, never look the other way Where I´m from, they can´t get you, then they make your brother pay Doin´ dirt, leave you hurt, then they make your mother pray We got raw plus cook up in this bitch Master P with the grams, I got the hook-up in this bitch Shots almost hit the passenger, they shook up in the whip Before the deal, I took a trip to Brooklyn for the stick Tried to go the college route, but that´s on Tookie, I was crip Weed, The Color Purple, think of Whoopie when it´s lit Tried to start an empire, broke down a cookie in the crib
Toss you off a high bridge then play A Boogie wit´cho bitch
[Dave East] Shout out my crips that still crippin´, nigga Shout out my bloods that still bloodin´, nigga Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy niggas Came from the bottom, all my get money niggas
[Dave East & Styles P] That´s on Maleek, you ain´t seen nothin´ like this I´m Leonidas, three hundred hitters with me, hit excitin´ You can´t imagine walkin´ to the store, duckin´ indictments Tatted my face, approachin´ my enemies like I´m Tyson
Bright lens, ratties in the car with no license You know that the block bitin´ I´ma throw the knife to his pipe, I do not like ´em We gon´ cop it all from the Gucci to Nike items, we love some bright items I fell back from the Roc like J-A-Y hyphen Z650 Kawasaki on indictment Dope in Howard University, the stamp was a bison These diamonds are enticin´, still ridin´ with no license If you ain´t me, then [?], you should pray to Christ P and East got the streets and we got the beast frightened You ain´t got no gas, you should have the shit siphoned Just leave the lab, crumble all that bullshit you writin´
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[Dave East] Shout out my crips that still crippin´, nigga Shout out my bloods that still bloodin´, nigga Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy niggas Came from the bottom, all my get money niggas
[Dave East & Styles P] I got love for my bloods and all my neutral niggas I got love for my crips and ´go stupid´ niggas Whole brick in the trunk, duckin´ the state trooper, nigga In a hotel askin´ the plug what could he do for niggas I don´t care if it´s crowded, I pick you out a group of niggas
Take you on a ride of your life, but not Uber, nigga Puttin´ prices on they head, they think I used to hoop with niggas Want Disney money but we ain´t fuckin´ with Goofy niggas
[Dave East] Shout out my crips that still crippin´, nigga Shout out my bloods that still bloodin´, nigga Straight out the dirt, shout out my muddy niggas Came from the bottom, all my get money niggas