Bloods & Crips - Puttin In Work | Текст песни

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[DO OR DIE]
I'm holdin' my 9
Fillin' the clip with Teflon Tips, so
When I pull the trigger
It's penetratin' shit
I grab my gat and pull the trigger of the 9
Shoot you in the head, it's gonna blow your fuckin' mind
I'm peelin' caps like monkey peels banana
A killer for hire
Just like Santana
Or Spitzer
Slobs be flamin' but my 9 is quicker
I'm crippin' for life so Slobs I'm gonna get ya
Uh, I'm bendin' corners, rollin' routes in this huh
Drinkin' hurt and jerk
Smokin' on the blunt
Turnin' down Crippin' Ain't Easy on the stereo
Lights low, here I go, Slobs yellin': HIT THE FLOOR!
But it's too late cause I'm smokin' up some shit
Pumpin' the trigger quick
And pop in another clip
Pumpin' the trigger quick
And pop in another clip, stab the gas
The buckets bendin' corners again
Turn up the sound, feelin'
Amped from the killin', hits the bucket
As I flee from the scene, jump into my ride
And go through Martin Luther King till my nigga Sin
For him I'm all in

" ... muthafuckin' bullet
I got your back
Goddamn right Cuz
You don't hear me though
Fuck all y'all Slobs
Puttin' in much work "

[BLUE RAG]
I'm deliverin' real in every form and characteristic
Layin' Slobs in their muthafuckin' casket
Puttin' in work cause my mind's gone
Lookin' on my chrome to blow off a slob's dome
And watch him bleed cause I care less
I don't give a fuck
I put two more in his chest
So beware of the nigga named Blue Rag
A crazy-ass Crip with a 4-4 Mag
So watch out cause I'mma get you too
Another Slob bites the dust, fool!
Put my pen through the paper
I'm on my Crip caper
To kill me a Slob
Mentally on paper
But if you want to go further than that
I'll get physical
And peel your muthafuckin' cap back
I give a fuck I'm on my side bro
Just to let you know
For your muthafuckin' info
Trick-ass nigga
Remove the dread
You live a lot longer
And won't end up dead
Cause I'm a trigga happy Crip straight Slob killin' expert
Puttin' in much work

" Puttin' in work for the muthafuckin' Slob-ass niggas
Goddamn right
You know I'm sayin'
Right
Nigga Sin...
Hurtin' and all that... muthafuckers
Doin' dirt like that you know I'm sayin' nigga
This is Crips, ahaha "

[AWOL]
My nigga Sin got shot so I jumped in my '4
Swoop around the corner then I'm aimin' for the window
I saw a shadow
The right one or the wrong one
It doesn't matter
So I just peeled a strong one
I heard a scream and Slob's momas started runnin' out
I'm vibratin' cause my bullet keep comin' out
Puttin' in work a nigga said by George
While I'm trippin' and sendin' Slobs to the morgue (ahaha)
Elm Street
Just got picked off
Dued to the fact the K-Gang got ticked off
I saw the Slob I was out to get
So I pause for a minute to reload the clip (Oh yeah Loc)
I pumped a few right dead in his ass
But then I ducked down
And told Crip Inch to hit the gas
Back to the hood that's where I hide out
Cause I'm the reason all snoops just died out
You never know what a nigga is runnin' for
Less known what a nigga is gunnin' for
Find a Slob and he ends, deleted (delete his ass)
I put in work so my day is complete

" Aw goddamn right we gon' puts' in muthafuckin' work
Snoop-ass Avenues Pirus
A-P-B bullshit
All you muthafuckin' Crenshaw Maggots
CA-RIP!
Inglewood Faggots
Fuck all you Slob-ass niggas "

[DO OR DIE]
Another night on a mission
Double the barrel, double the high
Double the bucks that I'm dishin'
I see a nigga from the other side (kill his ass)
Hold up my gun
And aim for his fuckin' eyes
And when I'm gone
I'm drinkin' on some liquor
Fast forward the tape, Slobs only get killed quicker

[BLUE RAG]
Brutally speakin' Blue Rag straight shit
To kill me a Slob
This muthafuckin' weekend (say what!)
Cause I'm a Crip
A Crip for life, G
Pleadin' guilty
To charges of insanity
I'm goin' crazy every minute of the hour
Crip to the heart but it's still black power
Fuck the S to the L to the O-B
Stay down with Crip, cuzz, Crip with me
(Said smoke that muthafucka)

[AWOL]
Now I'mma stay down
And down for the mission
Let me get my Gat load the clips so I can dish it
A G ride
A grey Six Trey
Now I can get the A-K, you go and play, huh
A ride downright damn sure won't hurt (nigga)
I gotta urge to jerk and straight put in work

" Puttin' in work
Goddamn Snoops
Smoke them muthafuckin' Snoops
Goddamn right, Cuz
Kill their punk bit ass, you know I'm sayin'
Crippin' ain't easy
Sorry muthafuckas
I know Crippin' ain't easy
You gon' puttin' in work for the 9-3's and the 9-4
Fuck all you Slob-ass niggas
We gon' kill you mentally
And not physically on this motherfuckin' tape...
This is for you Sin
Cause this is Crip 4 Life
Goddamn right Cuz
Now I love the Crip niggas layin' in peace
Crippin' ain't easy... I put in work... "

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