[Intro]
Make [?] suckas run and duck for cover
Run and duck for cover

[TWIN LOC]
Avalon Gangsta Crip that's where I rip
And keep my muthafuckin' extra clip (Yeah)
To my Glock as I pop on a muthafuckin' Snoop
Quick to shoot, muthafucka, I don't give a hoot
Like Woody, and yeah, I'm up to no goodie
So I blast your ass 'cause I'm one tuff cookie
Comin thru givin' up that evil ass East Side
Where the gangstas ride, it's a homicide
And I stay down for my crown on the daily (That's right)
Blastin' on these busta-ass Snoops, they can't fade me (Hah)
It's an evil thang, gotta let my nuts hang
Gangbang, slang caine, it's an "A" thang

[Hook]
Ready or not, here we come, servin' Slobs for
What is we celieve in
I make [?] suckas run and duck for cover

[BRONCOE]
Come up the hood when you see me and cause beef I'm blastin'
Tell 'em Fudge Town Crip dip a corner and mash it
It's tha Eastside 10-5 mafiosos
Super D's, set trippin' and Rip Ridin' with the locs
This the dub and it's Watts up
Because we thug, it don't matter (Whooo-whooooo!)
And we movin' and all you Slobs better scatter
Caught up in the rapture, Crip, Crips, killin' up shit, major danger
It's one in the chamber, cuzz, and they can't fuck with it, off-brand other side
Tricks stop frontin', you diss Crip and it's on, bitch, and you know we gon' move
So I'm bumpin' "Steady Dippin'" it's only right that I floss
Brown raggin', khaki saggin', itchin' to take off
Check me out and tssss-tssss, oh shit, that's how it goes down
I know I got him, I shot him, your homie's dead, how you like me now?
I'm takin' off that's on Watts, you don't hear me
I got a TEC with teflon, I'm a cold hearted ?crime?
[Chorus]

[BIG FREEZE]
Ready or not, I'mma bust shot after shot on the block, sixteen shot
Eastside Watts, and I got Rips to the front and to the back of me
The WFCGs is the gang you don't wanna see
So watch out for a n***a like Freeze in the cut
Got the gauge on your ass inject the [?] 'til I buck?
Shots to Watts n***as that's known for seein' you quick to take off
We'll blast on his po-po?, make you jump like Kris Kross
It's real, Franklin Crip it's much sicker than Manson
I gave you a chance for life but you chose dancin'
With a n***a like Freeze so I rolls on that ass
It's costin' you yo' ass 'cause I'm tossin' that ass
It's like, uhm
I'm constantly takin' off and OOOH
How I love it when my Mossberg barrel 'cause many plenty Snoops
With my Franklin Crip peers on the Eastside of Watts
And we been here for years, got the turf sowed up
So if you thinkin' about creepin', n***a, think again
I got the street sweeper sweepin'
And I'll be peepin' a whole lot of you Snoops with that so called clout
But now you wild 'cause the bitches pullin' hoe cards out
You feel froggie come outta here, see my gat jump
And I'mma split yo' ass in half with my pump
See the funk came strong and through the chronic I spark
And apparently you bustas ain't hold a whole lot heart
It's just me and my commie?, but that locs are right behind me
Watts is the spot and on the Duece is where you find me
And you ce, creepin' in the streets like a stray
And every loc, everywhere know every dog has his day
Are you ready, YEAH, are you ready, NO
K-pause? for the cause, make you shit in his drawers
[Chorus]

[BIG FREEZE]
Franklin Square Crips
Ten-Duece
BK Ridin'
FUCK every Slob n***a in the world, n***a
And it's like that, n***a
From Watts to Compton, n***a, to South Central, n***a, to the Avalon
Franklin Fudge Towns and Front Streets
Atlantic Drives, Kelly Parks, we still serve heat, n***a
And we got beef 'til we die
Crips don't die, we multiply, n***a, don't ask why
FUCK you n***as and your mommas and dead homies and everything, n***a
And that's real

[Run and duck for cover]