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shot down - goodman tha crip lyrics

[intro: goodman]
man f*ck these little…
no gansta ass b*tches
the f*ckin crips come out on top
we’ll f*ckin drop you, you hear?
we f*ckin drop you!

[verse 1: goodman]
shot a f*ckin’ trick n he down wit the gun
ending lives wit the clique, you don’t know what we on
yeah nikki you’s a b*tch, went to k*rhyme just to switch
you n the rest of yo crew, we tired of ya sh*t (b*tch)
i got a lot to get off my chest, yeah you bl**dy mess
steadyin’ aim at you body, takin’ care of the pest
big red i got yo b*tch, wit her tongue, where it best belong
f*ck any of y’all or a diss, end you wit the song
i gotta problem wit you mane, so you better watch yo back
big bear you ain’t no gangsta, get yo ass back to sellin’ crack
[verse 2: togre]
buck a b*tch down to the ground make him frown
hit ‘em wit the 9, b*tch, you gon’ hear that sound
fool named big red stay hatin’ on the crew
let’s see if he still hatin’ when i buck ‘em wit my tool
this trick named nikki, she a b*tch, yeah, we can’t leave that
got my gat to yo back, pistol whip the b*tch, now come c that
i got anna wit dis trick and they call him bear
he a busta, told him to pull up, but the b*tch was scared
wasn’t there, now to all you bloods that stay sneak dissin’
shut ya f*ckin’ mouth, ‘fore you end up missin’

[verse 3: mario]
yo, it’s mario
n blu, reppin’ colors, that is true
if i see a ho wearin’ red, yeah, he through
i’ma hide the body, you might have to find the clues
and i’m smokin’ square, lots of weed
might just have to smoke some mo’
yeah them bloods can’t last
‘cause them fools are just some ho’s
and i stay fried, joint or blunt in a driveby
a trick wanna take me out, but it’s a nice try
mario n blu, smoked out and stay gettin’ high
i heard of a ho around that like to give blow
she done sucked the blood clique
she got f*cked head to toe
[verse 4: prisonz]
yeah prisonz on the tape* these red suckas are too late
i’m already in yo house, going through yo sh*t
everyone in the vicinity is a witness to my lethal grip
i’m comin in wit h*lla ammo, but yo life im gon’ dismiss
robbin everything in yo crib, yeah you don’t need that
prisonz is droppin you, poppin you, stoppin you, doin whatever i gotta do
and i got you wit the nine, it been past time, committin’ h*lla f*ckin crimes
im takin’ h*lla lives, so ill have to buck you b*tch
i never leave a b*tch alive, and i never tell a lie
bloods i’m endin’ yo f*ckin’ life

[verse 5: mc psych]
i’m the one you can’t c, i’m the one you can’t b
if you f*ck around with me you’ll be dead in the streets
mc psych, i’m comin’ and gunnin’ and runnin’ on suckas that wanna do somethin’
but they can’t do nothin’, ‘cause i’ma be gunnin’, and blood gon’ be gushin’
and all of the hoes’ll be lovin’
i can’t be f*ckin’ ‘round with trizzicks that don’t f*ck wit the clique
droppin’ it on b*tches like big red, i’ll take ‘em out real quick
k!llin’ any b*tch i’m catchin’ slippin’, ‘cause i ain’t takin’ sh*t
but i’m gon’ take yo sh*t, and that’s because i’m h*lla sick
you done got me f*cked up, so that means you outta luck
i’m robbin’ you b*tches, and leavin’ no witness, because it’s big business
and ‘cause i be buck
and on that note i think it’s time to say goodbye
try and f*ck up once again and you b*tches ‘bout to die
[verse 6: togre]
b for b*tches, goin’ down, they gon’ hear them hollow rounds
pull out the nine millimeter and blast them slob trizzicks down
i’m on game, on that ‘caine, and i’m goin’ crazy mane
blast yo brain wit that thang, leavin’ bustas dead up in the rain
i told y’all ho’s once, don’t f*ckin’ step to me
‘cause if you do, i take my f*ckin’ glizzock and i let it free
b, what’s up, ho, why you leavin’ when a playa’s broke
snake ass hizzo’s got to go, so now i got you in my scope
so you gon’ see how we do you when you get touched
and fool, we comin’ after you, but ain’t no need to rush
fool!

[hook: all]
bloods we comin after you
so get shot down with the tool
bloods we comin after you
so get shot down with the tool
bloods we comin after you
so get shot down with the tool
bloods we comin after you
so get shot down with the tool
bloods we comin after you
so get shot down with the tool
bloods we comin after you
so get shot down with the tool

[verse 7: goodman]
goodman got some late night words* takin’ care of business
this the last thing bloods ever heard* makin’ it on my hit list
stainin’ over town, one day you might even miss this
b, you let me down* left your kid n then you risked it
hanging wit the crew, something we was meant to do
stick to yo homies f*ckin’ b*tch, left n said now oh we through?
want me to go n grab my tool? yeah these crips ain’t been no fool
ima stick it in yo chest n create a bl**dy mess, pool!
b*tch i hate a snake, trusted a b, turned to a fake
going against the c’s, you already sealed yo fate
bullets at yo face
somebody said its k!lling season, so i guess that they were right
somebody said its sort of treason, when you take a p*ssy’s life

- goodman tha crip lyrics

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