I`m tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to doneWhere they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-topCan`t stop, won`t stop, droppin` gang bang hit rocksTo the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocksI`m knowin` that this shit hot, this your first introductionTo this motherfuckin` crip hopIt`s time to research the documents and pull some filesand put it down with this gangsta style`Cause I be seein` niggaz being more aggressive nowAfter peace treaty meetings and the weapons downSport Chucks `member once it was Nikes and sandalsTo me it`s unlikely that you`re sheisty and skanlessTo manage this dramaticness I call my repEvery step stay on deck keepin` bustaz in checkCertified murder guide through the streets of deathWhere the sleep ya slip soon as ya weakness metFrom that real killer deal get ya steal and mashNiggaz have done did when the steel`ll blastPockets filled with cash, fuck a Benz or JagLookin` rough in a bucket, tuckin` tens and MacsDip roam, chip phones, flip and clockLick shots and the cops and control your blockKeep it true with the crew from the old to newRide providin` `em with guidance like your `sposed to doNotice who, participatin` all the activityThat`s how we livin G, strictly killer tendenciesSo death to all my enemies and to the homiesWho rest in peace, a dub bag and HennesseyThese weak niggaz killin` me with their proclivityTo even pro climate that they as real as meI`m tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to doneWhere they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-topCan`t stop, won`t stop, droppin` gang bang hit rocksTo the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocksI`m knowin` that this shit hot, this your first introductionTo this motherfuckin` crip hopYeah nigga this crip, crip, crip, talk shit and I`ma bust yo` lipI`m gettin chips in the summer in a nine-six HummerIn D.C., fuckin` with a breezy, easy, see we see all we can seeG.R. we can G, the East side family, coherent, cohesive, the co-pilotOn this East side shit `cuz, I`m co-signin`On the East fuck peace we ridin violentFuck where you been it`s all about where I beenSirens, gunshots, flood glocks get poppedWhen they all try to knock knock knockWho is it? Visit the papers, the streets and the labelsWe got the hottest shit burnin` on the turntablesI won`t deny ya, I`m a straight rider and you don`t wanna fuck with me(Yeh, yeh)I`m tired of that punk shit, where niggaz claim to doneWhere they from and who run shit, I bang it to the tip-topCan`t stop, won`t stop, droppin` gang bang hit rocksTo the last drip-drop, to the tick tock, to the blocks niggaz rip glocksI`m knowin` that this shit hot, this your first introductionTo this motherfuckin` crip hopCRIP `cause that`s all we GI`m from Rollin`, 20, Gangsta CripAnd I`ma tell you how the shit gon` C(Gon` C)Now, if I wasn`t rappin` motherfucker y`all be starvin`On my nuts without bucks like MarvinYou can`t sleep, you can`t eat, look who starvin`Written bill paid but still gotta be a slaveFlip your own money, make your own properGet yo` own heat, in case some niggaz try to stop yaBe a boss hog about your money, float locAnd trust no one, anybody can get smoke smokedLike a fat-ass blunt, of that bomb shitHave a babysitter set that ass up for chip Chips AhoyNiggaz ran in with toysIf you didn`t see `em it`s the East side boysWe be mobbin` like a motherfuckin` cutDirty dealt, Lil` Sag, Lil` Jay, Lil` ChuckTwo times, trey times on yo` motherfuckin` assKeep it O.G. nigga, rewind and passIt`s just another day and forty dozen, niggaz strugglin`Is you hustlin`, do you relate to drug smugglin`?If so, grab a nine and start to tripBut remember, don`t let nobody punk you out yo` grip niggaDogg Pound groovin`, East side is the greatestAnd other guys can`t fade us, `cause we`re the hardest in the townAnd duces, never could be faded and all you suckers hate itOhh crip is goin down, and baby have no doubtWe gonna turn it out and that`s on East side L.B.C.And we`re the best, we rockin` coast to coastand we be blowin` dope, and baby that`s the shitI`m talkin real shit to ya baby(That real crip shit)Duces `n trayz bangin`(That real crip shit)I`m talkin` real shit to ya baby(That real crip shit)Duces `n trayz, bangin`, bangin`, bangin`, bangin`(That crip)Oooh, yeah, that East sider shit(East side, East side)What y`all know about this here(What, what, what?)I`m talking crip shit(I`m, talk to me, talk to me)I`m talking crip shitI`m talking crip shit to you babyEast side ahh, East side, East sideAhh, East side, East side