Time Is Gone Nigga
[O.G.]
Bailin' up out the East Side, ready to go, hittin' the
door
Niggaz goin' down and dropped off with them triple
gold
Thangs, but now a Slobs ain't givin' a f*ck
About a copper tryin' to stop us, sayin' f*ck them
hoes, we stacking 'em up
And to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major
player
Niggaz up in my city cluckin' the most grip, we all
into birds
And it's worth to the niggaz in my - hood
That's movin' a motherf*ckin' thangs doin' real -
good
Know y'all, what's up boy, yo without love and tell
it's hard
All my niggaz is comin' up and gettin' large
Droppin' the top and never to drop a motherf*ckin'
dime
Homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do
your time
The consequence as a real bitch
But niggaz should know what's worth than your word
So you best to clock your f*ckin' grip
Niggaz don't wreck yourself but get your f*ckin' grind
on
Go for the kill so you can chill 'fore your f*ckin'
time's gone, niggaz
[GREEN EYES]
Now I'm bailin' down the Four, nigga, bhakis creased
Then I laugh when I hear a Crab - hollerin' about
peace
Nigga must be brazy, that shit ain't in my vocab
I put a cap in his ass and leave his ass in a rehab
Then head to the hospital, my job ain't done
I wanna bee his ass bitch feet deep, and then some
Leavin' motherf*ckers in a big hole
Went to scoop up Young Leak, Hops and my nigga Dogg
Pops lit up one of those fat-ass blunts
Now I'm high as f*ck, nigga, on the Crab hunt
The first Crab I bee, my mind goes hostile
I load the gun and put one in his nostrils
For disrespecting
I'm knowin' for checkin' a Ricket
Tryin' to come to - low key and bickin'
With this motherf*ckin' dog hollerin' "What's up
Blood!?"
1-0-4 like I said, always draped in red
And if I hear you say "Crab" then nigga it's on
And your ass'll die - before your time is gone
[BIG WY & LIL' STRETCH]
Now tell me who the f*ck's next up on this mic?
C-K Big Wy finna punch out your f*ckin' life
Here comes the smasher, straight Crab crusher
Killin' all Rickets, baby mamas and Crab lovers
Well boy, f*ck all these niggaz wearin' all that flue
shit
I f*ck up shit and I likes to kill f*ckin' Rips
We roll on them niggaz if them niggaz hangin' out
Roll up to them niggaz blow they motherf*ckin' brains
out
Buck his motherf*ckin' brains, let these niggaz story
ain't bullshit
Empty yo clip and show these Crabs who they're f*ckin'
with
C-K Ridin', Damu Ridin'
Motherf*ckin' Bounty Hunters Five Line pridin'
Now tell me motherf*ckin' Crab nigga what's stoppin'
ya?
The Y.G. gangsta regulator Crenshaw Mafia
Niggaz better recognize some killers in your f*ckin'
face
Niggaz gettin' slapped - with the motherf*ckin' Tec,
bitch
I C-K all day, all the motherf*ckin' time
It's in my mind all the time, nigga 1-0-9
C-K Ridin' is the motherf*ckin' mission
Killin' all Crabs, makin' niggaz come up missing
M and L, L and the M, now all the shit is good
West/Side is the hood, neighborhood, call it
Inglewood
Nigga where I'm from? The motherf*ckin' Projects
Where niggaz get wrecked and they motherf*ckin' chin
checked
Bust 'em in his motherf*ckin' face, let these niggaz
know
You from the Five and I'm from the 1-0-4
We shootin' them motherf*ckin' Crabs everyday for fun
and don't forget
Niggaz been down every since motherf*ckin' day one
I smoke bud! F*ck these niggaz smokin' loop
I ?hear? WOOP WOOP when I scream WOOP out the f*ckin'
Coupe
I got them motherf*ckin' bhakis and a t-shirt
Blast throw the cap ready to put in work
The motherf*ckin' Wy ?period? to the f*ckin' Big
I went to Century and Fig' I'm ready to spray on you
motherf*cker
Nigga I'm a soldier, holdin' f*ckin' boulders
Niggaz wanna run up, you suckers, I told you
I thought you to the motherf*ckers know a nigga told
you
Crenshaw and Century and play on Figueroa
So never forget when you're f*ckin' with these
soldiers
Big Wy and Lil' Stretch, nigga, yes we (I) told you
F*ck you punk-ass niggaz, nigga
Big Wy ain't sayin' bullshit, nigga
C niggaz better recognize
BIIIAAATCH!
West Side M and the L
East Side!
Ballin' on these nigga
Crenshaw Mafia for life
Regulatin' niggaz out nigga
You know I don't give a f*ck nigga
I'm ready f*ckin up this shit
It's on nigga
Yeah
It's on nigga
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Time Is Gone Nigga
[O.G.]
Bailin' up out the East Side, ready to go, hittin' the
door
Niggaz goin' down and dropped off with them triple
gold
Thangs, but now a Slobs ain't givin' a f*ck
About a copper tryin' to stop us, sayin' f*ck them
hoes, we stacking 'em up
And to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major
player
Niggaz up in my city cluckin' the most grip, we all
into birds
And it's worth to the niggaz in my - hood
That's movin' a motherf*ckin' thangs doin' real -
good
Know y'all, what's up boy, yo without love and tell
it's hard
All my niggaz is comin' up and gettin' large
Droppin' the top and never to drop a motherf*ckin'
dime
Homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do
your time
The consequence as a real bitch
But niggaz should know what's worth than your word
So you best to clock your f*ckin' grip
Niggaz don't wreck yourself but get your f*ckin' grind
on
Go for the kill so you can chill 'fore your f*ckin'
time's gone, niggaz
[GREEN EYES]
Now I'm bailin' down the Four, nigga, bhakis creased
Then I laugh when I hear a Crab - hollerin' about
peace
Nigga must be brazy, that shit ain't in my vocab
I put a cap in his ass and leave his ass in a rehab
Then head to the hospital, my job ain't done
I wanna bee his ass bitch feet deep, and then some
Leavin' motherf*ckers in a big hole
Went to scoop up Young Leak, Hops and my nigga Dogg
Pops lit up one of those fat-ass blunts
Now I'm high as f*ck, nigga, on the Crab hunt
The first Crab I bee, my mind goes hostile
I load the gun and put one in his nostrils
For disrespecting
I'm knowin' for checkin' a Ricket
Tryin' to come to - low key and bickin'
With this motherf*ckin' dog hollerin' "What's up
Blood!?"
1-0-4 like I said, always draped in red
And if I hear you say "Crab" then nigga it's on
And your ass'll die - before your time is gone
[BIG WY & LIL' STRETCH]
Now tell me who the f*ck's next up on this mic?
C-K Big Wy finna punch out your f*ckin' life
Here comes the smasher, straight Crab crusher
Killin' all Rickets, baby mamas and Crab lovers
Well boy, f*ck all these niggaz wearin' all that flue
shit
I f*ck up shit and I likes to kill f*ckin' Rips
We roll on them niggaz if them niggaz hangin' out
Roll up to them niggaz blow they motherf*ckin' brains
out
Buck his motherf*ckin' brains, let these niggaz story
ain't bullshit
Empty yo clip and show these Crabs who they're f*ckin'
with
C-K Ridin', Damu Ridin'
Motherf*ckin' Bounty Hunters Five Line pridin'
Now tell me motherf*ckin' Crab nigga what's stoppin'
ya?
The Y.G. gangsta regulator Crenshaw Mafia
Niggaz better recognize some killers in your f*ckin'
face
Niggaz gettin' slapped - with the motherf*ckin' Tec,
bitch
I C-K all day, all the motherf*ckin' time
It's in my mind all the time, nigga 1-0-9
C-K Ridin' is the motherf*ckin' mission
Killin' all Crabs, makin' niggaz come up missing
M and L, L and the M, now all the shit is good
West/Side is the hood, neighborhood, call it
Inglewood
Nigga where I'm from? The motherf*ckin' Projects
Where niggaz get wrecked and they motherf*ckin' chin
checked
Bust 'em in his motherf*ckin' face, let these niggaz
know
You from the Five and I'm from the 1-0-4
We shootin' them motherf*ckin' Crabs everyday for fun
and don't forget
Niggaz been down every since motherf*ckin' day one
I smoke bud! F*ck these niggaz smokin' loop
I ?hear? WOOP WOOP when I scream WOOP out the f*ckin'
Coupe
I got them motherf*ckin' bhakis and a t-shirt
Blast throw the cap ready to put in work
The motherf*ckin' Wy ?period? to the f*ckin' Big
I went to Century and Fig' I'm ready to spray on you
motherf*cker
Nigga I'm a soldier, holdin' f*ckin' boulders
Niggaz wanna run up, you suckers, I told you
I thought you to the motherf*ckers know a nigga told
you
Crenshaw and Century and play on Figueroa
So never forget when you're f*ckin' with these
soldiers
Big Wy and Lil' Stretch, nigga, yes we (I) told you
F*ck you punk-ass niggaz, nigga
Big Wy ain't sayin' bullshit, nigga
C niggaz better recognize
BIIIAAATCH!
West Side M and the L
East Side!
Ballin' on these nigga
Crenshaw Mafia for life
Regulatin' niggaz out nigga
You know I don't give a f*ck nigga
I'm ready f*ckin up this shit
It's on nigga
Yeah
It's on nigga
[O.G.]
Bailin' up out the East Side, ready to go, hittin' the
door
Niggaz goin' down and dropped off with them triple
gold
Thangs, but now a Slobs ain't givin' a f*ck
About a copper tryin' to stop us, sayin' f*ck them
hoes, we stacking 'em up
And to the top is where we headed, yeah, we major
player
Niggaz up in my city cluckin' the most grip, we all
into birds
And it's worth to the niggaz in my - hood
That's movin' a motherf*ckin' thangs doin' real -
good
Know y'all, what's up boy, yo without love and tell
it's hard
All my niggaz is comin' up and gettin' large
Droppin' the top and never to drop a motherf*ckin'
dime
Homie you gets caught up in the game you gots to do
your time
The consequence as a real bitch
But niggaz should know what's worth than your word
So you best to clock your f*ckin' grip
Niggaz don't wreck yourself but get your f*ckin' grind
on
Go for the kill so you can chill 'fore your f*ckin'
time's gone, niggaz
[GREEN EYES]
Now I'm bailin' down the Four, nigga, bhakis creased
Then I laugh when I hear a Crab - hollerin' about
peace
Nigga must be brazy, that shit ain't in my vocab
I put a cap in his ass and leave his ass in a rehab
Then head to the hospital, my job ain't done
I wanna bee his ass bitch feet deep, and then some
Leavin' motherf*ckers in a big hole
Went to scoop up Young Leak, Hops and my nigga Dogg
Pops lit up one of those fat-ass blunts
Now I'm high as f*ck, nigga, on the Crab hunt
The first Crab I bee, my mind goes hostile
I load the gun and put one in his nostrils
For disrespecting
I'm knowin' for checkin' a Ricket
Tryin' to come to - low key and bickin'
With this motherf*ckin' dog hollerin' "What's up
Blood!?"
1-0-4 like I said, always draped in red
And if I hear you say "Crab" then nigga it's on
And your ass'll die - before your time is gone
[BIG WY & LIL' STRETCH]
Now tell me who the f*ck's next up on this mic?
C-K Big Wy finna punch out your f*ckin' life
Here comes the smasher, straight Crab crusher
Killin' all Rickets, baby mamas and Crab lovers
Well boy, f*ck all these niggaz wearin' all that flue
shit
I f*ck up shit and I likes to kill f*ckin' Rips
We roll on them niggaz if them niggaz hangin' out
Roll up to them niggaz blow they motherf*ckin' brains
out
Buck his motherf*ckin' brains, let these niggaz story
ain't bullshit
Empty yo clip and show these Crabs who they're f*ckin'
with
C-K Ridin', Damu Ridin'
Motherf*ckin' Bounty Hunters Five Line pridin'
Now tell me motherf*ckin' Crab nigga what's stoppin'
ya?
The Y.G. gangsta regulator Crenshaw Mafia
Niggaz better recognize some killers in your f*ckin'
face
Niggaz gettin' slapped - with the motherf*ckin' Tec,
bitch
I C-K all day, all the motherf*ckin' time
It's in my mind all the time, nigga 1-0-9
C-K Ridin' is the motherf*ckin' mission
Killin' all Crabs, makin' niggaz come up missing
M and L, L and the M, now all the shit is good
West/Side is the hood, neighborhood, call it
Inglewood
Nigga where I'm from? The motherf*ckin' Projects
Where niggaz get wrecked and they motherf*ckin' chin
checked
Bust 'em in his motherf*ckin' face, let these niggaz
know
You from the Five and I'm from the 1-0-4
We shootin' them motherf*ckin' Crabs everyday for fun
and don't forget
Niggaz been down every since motherf*ckin' day one
I smoke bud! F*ck these niggaz smokin' loop
I ?hear? WOOP WOOP when I scream WOOP out the f*ckin'
Coupe
I got them motherf*ckin' bhakis and a t-shirt
Blast throw the cap ready to put in work
The motherf*ckin' Wy ?period? to the f*ckin' Big
I went to Century and Fig' I'm ready to spray on you
motherf*cker
Nigga I'm a soldier, holdin' f*ckin' boulders
Niggaz wanna run up, you suckers, I told you
I thought you to the motherf*ckers know a nigga told
you
Crenshaw and Century and play on Figueroa
So never forget when you're f*ckin' with these
soldiers
Big Wy and Lil' Stretch, nigga, yes we (I) told you
F*ck you punk-ass niggaz, nigga
Big Wy ain't sayin' bullshit, nigga
C niggaz better recognize
BIIIAAATCH!
West Side M and the L
East Side!
Ballin' on these nigga
Crenshaw Mafia for life
Regulatin' niggaz out nigga
You know I don't give a f*ck nigga
I'm ready f*ckin up this shit
It's on nigga
Yeah
It's on nigga