Crip Keeper

[Intro: Big Freeze] Yeah, Watts Franklin Square Crip Gang is on a mothafuccin' rip, totin’ the TEC's, hittin' niggas’ hip up offa they shit, he get his bitch-ass chin checced, and what's next is you got niggas that claim they flossin', but they can't cross the real bosses, so we got Fudge Towns in this mothafucca, Front Streets, who gon' serve you for the '95, bacc on you niggas' bitch-ass, niggas that don't like it, bitches that don’t like it turn your mothafuccin’ stereo off, 'cause ain’t no love on the motherfuccin' darkside, death strugglin', dope smugglin', niggas don’t give a fucc 'bout niggas that ain't got love for mothafuccin' killas, so everybody who ass can't deal about 'cause we might've scared you? Well, I did, to take a trip to the motherfuccin' darkside, where the real Crip Keepers ride [Verse 1: Big Freeze] You crossed the path of a schizophrenic killa Ruler of the underground known as the Crip Keeper The evil-ass Eastside is where this nigga dwell Killin' all Snoops to take them back wit' me to Hell And once I got you ain't no turnin' bacc, nuh-uh, come on, come with Freeze The (?) is in the fire through the rest, of eternity You think you sells coke, where you roam 'cause it's hot You think you gonna escape where you roam, Loc, you're not I'm stalkin' like a black panther, in the night And I'm killin' up every fuccin' Snoop that's in sight This nigga's in all blacc, paccin' a big gat Infra-dead scope, trenchcoat and a top hat See 'em layin' in the cut, peepin' the scope they don't own ya Tch-tch BOOM, punk (punk!), now you're a goner Face to face with death, 'cause I peeled your dome No one can shake the evil side where these killers, roam And try to tell you break, Northside or even West And wound up with a bullet lodged in your fuccin' chest 'Cause niggas on a rampage, totin' the sawed-off Death is what becomes the Slobs caught up in this holocaust And ain't no second chance, you should've came prepared But now you try to run 'cause yo' bitch-ass is scared But you's about to witness, this badass sleeper Hugged by death, 'cause you done crossed the Crip Keeper [Chorus: Big Freeze] Yeah, the Crip Keeper's what I am Comin' to reap, souls and take 'em bacc with Freeze six feet deep And once I spot you I got you, ain't no hidin' and runnin' 'Cause I'm a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin' [Verse 2: OG Broncoe] Little Blue Devil from the darkside, weapon will shut you in A shadow in the night life, driftin' and runnin' I see the reap, that you sow, when you lie I am the legend that you must meet, when you die There's ce no one else just us, you and I With the fork in the road all slightly to the right A chrome guillotine blade glowin' in the darkness To petrify my victim, steal his soul 'cause I'm heartless I got blue hands and blue feet Controllin' the elements, defy the laws of gravity And though you can say, you feel my presence from within You know that I'm there, my touch is icy like the wind You cannot then sent, voodoo doll, witchcraft, orcs and black magic Can't nuttin' save you, eternal madness, it's sadness Not even a board of Ouija can defeat me when I'm summoned I'm comin', it's time to go, get ready to roll, I got yo' number I'm somewhat like Medusa, seduce ya as I shoot ya And turn you into stone with a glimpse of the future Lay down your weapon, get to steppin', make you (?) 'Cause I'm a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin' [Verse 3: Young Keystone] Hellbound was the sound of the Trumpet Cast up the full moon, Slobs know I'm comin' Settin' your ass up with the fuccin' quiccness This time you all die like the motherfuccin' siccness Evil side tap in, speak won't make you sit and watch it happen You spoke up on the keeper now I'm comin' with an axe in Ain't no turnin' bacc, once I grabs yo' head And now you won't bound to steppin' of eternity with a dead man (Hmm) Step after step, day after day, I'm on another rage 12 Slobs slayed was the news on the front page And ain't no stoppin' what I'm doin', never goin' to jail A one-way ticcet, takin' Snoop niggas to Hell 1, 2, Stone is comin' for you [Chorus: Young Keystone] And ain't no escapin', the Crip Keeper's what I am Comin' to reap, souls and take them bacc with me six feet deep And once I spot you I got you, ain't no hidin' and runnin' 'Cause I'm a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin' [Interlude: Big Freeze] Hush, little baby, don't say a word Mama's been a victim of the Crip Keeper [Verse 4: OG Cixx Pac] You better get a straitjaccet, here comes danger Notify the SWAT team, just ready the gas chamber Creepin' through the fog, all you see is a glare Yeah, it's me Cixx Pac from Franklin Square Then I disappear in the tree, just start searchin' Panic on the city, all Slobs start worryin' National Guard is on the way but they won't help Dead Snoops found and I still got a house left (Hahahahahahahahahahahaha) As I stand and look across the horizon They got the high beam goin' chainsaw, tryin' in And they yellin' "Surrender or you shot in the chest" But I'm already dead, mister officer, what's next? Then I turn around, headin' for the next town Put my chainsaw to the sky 'cause I'm Hellbent Now I'm surrounded by the National Guard again And when I wake up I'm in a golster hulkin' Layin' in a hospital bed not knowin' what happened Then in my head lil' voices chant Thou shall not kill [Chorus: Big Freeze] Thou shall not kill And ain't no escapin' the Crip Keeper's what I am Comin' to reap, souls to take them bacc with me six feet deep And once I spot you I got you, ain't no hidin' and runnin' 'Cause I'm a maniac assassin, strapped and gunnin' BOOYAH! [Outro: Big Freeze] Mothafuccas, Watts Franklin Square Crip Gang on the rip, F for Death, niggas still tote the TEC's, Franklins, Fudge Towns and Front Streets, nigga, but you don't hear me, much love, to my niggas that's gon' ride this shit for death though, niggas like them real niggas, them real killas, my niggas Dobby Loc, you know I'm sayin', my nigga Big Half, Baby Half, Lil' Freeze, Baby Freeze, my nigga Young Stone, my nigga Koollay, the Tweedy Loc the Specialist, you know what I'm sayin', my nigga Cixx Pac, all them niggas that's real killas, to the craziest Compton Crip I know, that nigga Young T-Mike, you know what I'm sayin', all them real killas, the nigga G-Macc, in the mothafuccin' house, geah, don't give a fucc about nothin' [?], you know I gotta give a shoutout to all them hoes you done fucced down that's hoes, no rubbers hoes, hahahaha!