[BIG CIXX a.k.a CIXX PAC]
Everything is gonna C alright so n***a don't trip
Nationwide Rip Ridaz is what we claim, Crip
Buckin' on Slobs day to day 'cause it's mandatory
Real Crips know the rest of the story, it's like
C-raggin', blue Dickie saggin'
I took out another Slob is what we braggin'
Celebratin' 'cause the time is right
Go get a case of O.E
We big chillin' tonight, n***a
Go get the Hennessy, the bud and the 'gnac
Here go a 50 dollar bill with my n***a and he'll be right back
Big Cixx steady up to no good
And when my n***a Young Cixx touch down we burnin' Hollywood
Professional wig splitters on the front line
The homies locked up crippin' doin' hard time
Real soldiers always on patrol
Young homies lookin' for a Snoop to peel the fool

[AWOL]
Layin' you n***as down for this East Side set trip
Doin' this shit for fun, oh well, I'm willin' to go to Hell for the Crip shit
Don't say it's all good, this Kelly neighborhood
187 on a motherfuckin' Holly Hood
So let me gangbang, let me get my blast on
Give me a second, let me tie this blue rag on
And take a note from Penez?, I'mma Crip down
Fuck a Elm, fuck a Holly, fuck a Fruit Town
T-Black, Kelly in Peace for the set trip
Know a 8-legged monkey make me empty clips
I get loose when I'm creepin' the slum
Slobs still bitin' the dust but steady yellin' it's on
Slobs runnin' and duckin', Slobs fallin' and yellin'
Hey, what Slob, fool, we gon' blast on next, Cuz? It ain't no tellin'
I ain't no motherfuckin' natural born killer
That's just a trait I picked up from these Compton n***as
[Chorus]
If you play your cards right
Everything will C alright
Everything will C alright with me
Everything's gonna C alright
If you play your cards right
Aw, If you play your cards right
Everything will C alright with me
Everything's gonna C alright

[TWIN LOC]
We don't die, we multiply, simply 'cause we straight crippin'
Dippin' through that evil East Side where I'm killin'
Willin' to burn bodies fucked up nuthin' but ashes
Have your momma at the cemetery orderin' a fuckin casket
A block as my Glock splits your mutherfuckin' cranium
Showin' no mercy for these Slobs so I ce aimin' 'em
Choppers and AK's I sprays with the quickness
Doin' a way with the remains with the swiftness
Layin' low in my hood on the late nights, rap right
A dead 6-4 lay low at the dead light (Yeah)
Jack off my strap, check my tracts 'fore I blast 'em
Creased up khakis and a .44 Magnum
AG's 40, 5-3 C-killin'
8-8, 11-6
Straight C willin' (C willin')
For homicidal enemy killin'
Smokin' Slobs
And the Avalon Gangsta
Got it straight goin' on like that
[BG SCARFACE]
Well it's the Baby Gangster Face from the big bad AD
S doubles n***as don't wanna C the
Compton Nut who don't give a fuck about shit
Act a motherfuckin' fool for the CARIPS
Slobs slip you get dealt with, real simple
'Cause this Glock'll pop yo' dome like a fuckin' pimple
Jack be nimble wasn't quick enough so he got
Popped with the Glock, Slob dropped on the block

[G-BONE]
You were slippin' so that ass got mashed on
My n***a young Face straight got his blast on
So you n***as know it's on with them BG's
Them AG Crip crazy-ass L-O-C's
N***a, please, you don't wanna see these nuts
Loc up and straight tear this muthafucka up
You need to cicc cacc C cool and call it a night
These Slob n***as everything will C alright

[Chorus]

[BRONCOE]
I'm chasin' paper on the daily with this rap shit, cuz
And lockin' on me I'm the same as I always was
The shit is hectic I expected nuthin' like this shit
Hey, yo, the picture I had in my head was cool
But this shit is quite different, listen
Many many moons have passed n***as got blasted
I stay heated in the cut 'cause shit is drastic
Struggle through life, get high then deal with the stressin'
I guess wishin' it was different is like wishin' the way death
Just make today a good day
Make sure today is alright
Let me worry 'bout tomorrow, loc, if I live through the night
And even though I keep the strap and tuck it tight at night
I say my prayers, doin' favours, ready to take flight (Ah)
I'm in the game, it's all the same, ain't nuthin' changed, I'm a rider
Oh Lord would you bless me and keep me safe from the East Side?
Bless all my young Locs, my folks and the Crip Card
All my dead homies and real n***as with heart
I'mma stay a true, blue down for sure 'til I'm through
C real and chill and kill the enemy and bang with my crew
And if I play my cards right A-1 tight
Everything is everything, Loc, and it's way alright
[BIG FREEZE]
Oh Lord, I know you see me out here on the streets, stressin'
Feelin' all alone, steady holdin' on to this Smith & Wesson
Vision blurry 'cause I'm high
Stompin' on them corners in the fast lane headin' for the East Side
Rip Ridin' to the fullest
It's me and my Locs against the world and we can do this
Whether it's C killin', robbin' or stealin'
Or mobbin' up a Crip hater for fuckin' off how we're killin'
Everything will still C alright
N***as just stay tight
We can make it many more nights
Shoot that kite to the pen with the package or some'
A n***a got a little bill, fools stop frontin'
See, it don't take much to show a n***a some Crip love
Duece's and Three's, Ten's to Fives to Dubbs
And every night and day
Even death struggle is need
I took the 40 to the curb for Capone above
Tiny Half much love, as I blow
And reminiscin' how I kill a few Slobs maybe I
Got a death wish, up a slug after slug
Night after night
Got the turf sowed? up tight so everything'll C alright
Franklin Square Crip 'til they carry me
Two Crips on this side, three Crips on that side and they bury me

[Chorus]