Puttin' in Work - Bloods & Crips

I’m loadin' my nine, pop in the clip with teflon clips so

When I pull the trigger, it’s penetratin' shit

I grab the gat and pull the trigger of the nine

Shoot you in the head, it’s gonna blow your fuckin' mind (Mind blowin'!)

I’m peelin' caps like monkey peels banana

A killa for hire, just like Santana, or Spencer

Slobs be flamin' but my nines are quicker

I’m crippin' for life so slobs I’m gonna get ya, huh

I’m bendin' corners, rollin' routes in this cut

Drinkin' erk and jerk, smokin' on a blunt

Turn it down, «Crippin' Ain’t Easy» on the stereo

Lights low, here I go, slobs yellin' «hit the flo'!»

But it’s too late 'cause I’m smokin' on some shit

Pumpin' the trigger quick, and pop in another clip

Pumpin' the trigger quick, and pop in another clip

Slam the gas, the truck is bendin' corners again

Turn up the sound, feelin' amped from the kill against the?

Pockets?

as I flee from the scene

Up into my ride and go to Martin Luther King

To my nigga Sin, for him I’m all in

I’m deliverin' the real in every form and characteristic

Layin' slobs in their muthafuckin' caskets

Puttin' in work, 'cause my mind’s gone

Loadin' up the 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 .44 mag

So watch out 'cause I’ma get you too

«Another Slob Bites the Dust» fool

Put my pen to the paper, I’m on a crip caper

To kill me a slob, mentally on paper

But if you wanna go further than that, I’ll get physical

And peel your muthafuckin' cap back

I keeps a .44 on my side bro

Just to let you know, for your motherfuckin' info

Trick ass nigga, remove the dread

You’ll live a lot longer, and won’t end up dead

'Cause I’m a trigger happy crip, straight slob killin' expert

Puttin' in much work

My nigga Sin got shot so I jumped in my 'fo

Swoop around the corner then I’m aimin' for the window

I saw a shadow, the rival, no, the wrong one

It doesn’t matter so I just peeled ??

one

I heard a scream and slob’s momma start runnin' out

I’m vibratin' 'cause my bullets keep comin' out

Puttin' in work a nigga saved by George

While I’m trippin', sendin' slobs to the mourge

Elm Street just got picked off

Due 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

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 them snoops just died out

You never know what a nigga is runnin' for

Let’s know what a nigga is gunnin' for

Find a slob and he is deleted (Delete his ass)

I put in work so my day is complete

Another night on a mission

Double the barrell, double the I, double the bucks that I’m fishin'

I see a nigga from the other side (Kill his ass)

Load up my gun, and aim for his fuckin' eye

And when I’m done I’m drinkin' on some liquor

Fast forward the tape, slobs only get killed quicker

Blue ??

Blue Rag straight C’in

To kill me a slob this motherfuckin' 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 a hour

Crip to the heart but it’s still black power

Fuck the S to the L to the O-B

Stay down for Crip, cuz, creep with me

Now I’ma stay down, and down for the mission

Let me get my gat and load the clip so I can dish it

I G’d a ride, a gray six-trey

So I can get the AK and go and play, huh

A ride down White damn sure won’t hurt

I got a urge to jerk and straight put in work