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!