Back in Crip (Back in Blood remix)

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Lil hoe don't play with me, my life a movie, I'm givin' them clips
Dump the Glock, show me it work or somethin', stop runnin' your lips
I'm not talkin' bout no hula hoop, this pistol on my hip
And if it's beef up in the street, then bitch, come get it up and crip

Ayy, ayy, say bitch, come get it back in Loc
I'm not steppin' in designer, I got on some shell toes
Mad I hit it, then I quit it, shoulda kept her legs closed
I'm not shootin' in the air, I hit my target like the pros

You ain't a killer and it shows, you ain't never up the pole
That nigga pulled up in the Ghost, but he left and forgot his soul
I don't rock designer clothes, my face card is all I need
I'm in the field without a safety, but I hit like Ed Reed

My eyes red, but it's the weed, my demons wanna see you bleed
I'm in the woods, so this stick I got, it came from out the trees
It's a stick up so don't move, or I'ma bless you like you sneeze
Beat that pussy from the back, I got her yellin', baby, please

Lil hoe don't play with me, my life a movie, I'm givin' them clips
Dump the Glock, show me it work or somethin', stop runnin' your lips
I'm not talkin' bout no hula hoop, this pistol on my hip
If it's beef up in the street, then bitch, come get it up in crip

Ayy, ayy, say bitch, come get it up and loc
I told Jesus, just take the wheel like Kodak, let me, drive the boat
Dirty Glock, throw it away, cause you can't clean it with no soap
Oh, you a funny guy, when I get mad, it ain't no joke

Lil Will gon' do somethin' about it, I can't slide or let it go
Got you lookin through the peephole, we shoot bullets through your door
Do I gotta kill again to prove to you I ain't no ho
F*ck it, mask up and I'm in all black just like a crow

I can't wait to up the score, even though this shit been a blowout
Pillow talkin' on the kid, you can't get mad, I'm at your house
Say you didn't know your homie snitched, I bet you fuckin' know
Now , I'll never trust a word these niggas say, I really don't be listenin

I can't wait until that chain around my neck got em dissin
Found his body by the river for two years, that boy been missin
When I shoot, bitch, I ain't missin', I'm just rappin', I ain't dissin
I ain't talkin' bout no GTA when I went on a mission

Lil' ho don't play with me, my life a movie, I'm givin' them clips
Dirty Glock, show me your work or somethin' and start runnin' your lips
I'm not talkin' bout no hula hoop, that pistol on my hip
If it's beef up in the street, then bitch, come get it up and crip

Ayy, ayy, say, bitch, come get it up and loc
This fourth quarter down two, so if you shoot, you better not choke
These niggas wanna hang, but I ain't givin' out no fuckin' rope
I can't just sit on my ass, I can't just sit around and mope

ETN ain't gon' be the label, at least I motherfuckin' hope
Bitch, I'm thuggin' till they take me out, until I fuckin' croak
Ayy, ayy, until I motherfuckin' croak
Ayy, this ain't no motherfuckin' joke, ayy

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