I Killed Ya Dead Homies - Bloods & Crips

It’s not the East Coast Locsta but more like the?

eastern chicken choker?

After I pluck your feathers, nigga then I’ma roast ya

I know the spots in the whole nine

And if you catch me I’ll be holdin' the chrome nine, so

Big baby boo, drink a bottle of brew

Brazy blood hit the button 'til the game is through

I wasn’t down with the truce, down with the trues

P up to the ‘Rus on ??

and Spruce

I’m givin' a shoutout to them nine, eight and four blocks

The ABE news and that’s where the buck stops

My homies roll deep when they creep, never solo

What’s up to the 104 street mafioso?

The sinister Center Park boys straight servin'

Operatin' on the crabs like a wild pack of soldiers

Dip, say fuzz and I’ll be bustin' caps

So make a dash to Florence from right into the ??

Straps are pulled if you’re wearin' flue

Shot down by the guy in the neighborhood Piru

Fools you lose, nigga, you don’t know me

But yo, here’s a hint, I killed your dead homies

«Take that muthafuckas»

Constantly it’s a muthafuckin' shame

Niggas think they wrote the rules to the fuckin' game

Plan a nigga too damn far to the left

So now I gotta creep and make a sound, watch they step

It’s another day of bein' paid, it’s a must

Gotta have my hands on some «in God we trust»

I don’t have a plan, or who I’m gone hit

But whoever it be, they better know I don’t bullshit

‘Cause sometimes crabs get the wrong niggas twisted

And some has missed it but the striped cross — many crabs kissed it

The ones that miss real quick try to duck

But run, the fuck?

Right, smack dead to a uppercut

You better think twice ‘fore you rolls the dice

‘Cause you’re dealin' with a nigga that ain’t nothin' nice

You can either run, say no, or go toe to toe

Take these blow for blow but when it’s over I’m the winner though

‘Cause I do this shit for survival

And if I don’t fool, you’ll be dead on arrival

So to those niggas that know me

You better watch out, keep a grip on your homies

«Take that muthafuckas»

Niggas are caught slippin' and crippin', or should I say crip-pled?

Better yet dead when I put the gat up to his temple

Easily I squeeze on the fools wearin' flues

Rollin' down the Avenue, it’s a ??

Piru

Bang to the chest, hot hollow tip lead

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blood that runnin' deep as I put one in his head

Sure shot, I got the Glock cocked at all times

Call me Redman, ‘cause damn I’m about to «Blow Your Mind»

You can always find me on the nine block

Puttin' shells in your homies of my nine stops

Most definitely I gotta kill some *cops*

And to all Blood gangstas give up props

Blockin' up my hood in your hood so what’s up now?

No retaliation ‘cause your set is a ghost town

Six feet deep in the dirt, we got

Flicks of your G’s all wearin' mini skirts

And a doctor wanna peep me so I’m outie

The B to the L to the double-O-D

I shot your big brother and I left his bitch lonely

Now you know who killed your dead homies

«Take that muthafuckas»