C-Sick Lyrics
| Song | C-Sick |
| Artist | Bloods & Crips |
| Album | Bangin on Wax |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (REDRUM 781) | |
| Crabs can't fade this because I made this to be stainless | |
| The mind is a terrible thing to waste so I leave you brainless | |
| The *******t that I do makes me famous | |
| Say my name before you die | |
| And I'll make your death painless | |
| My goal is your mutha******' throat | |
| The adams apple would be slit by my cross bow | |
| I throw low blows enough and I cuts like a Ginsu | |
| You wanna hoo-ride, do you know what you're gettin' into? | |
| I don't think so I grab your hoe and hit the door | |
| Nuthin' but Crabs stranded on Death Row | |
| The L to the B blockin' out the third letter (¢) | |
| Before I put a slug in the center of your sweater | |
| Drop dogs like ?? dogs ?? close | |
| Ricket so runnin' up before I hold up my strap | |
| And they're froze | |
| No one knows - of my homicidal capacity | |
| I'm a pretty boy with the gangsta mentality | |
| Hey, what can I say? | |
| I let my Uzi do the talkin' and I spray | |
| It's just another mutha******' C-K | |
| Cowards Run In Pack so they take off | |
| Their caskets will be close cause I blew his ******' face off | |
| "Yeah | |
| FRUIT TOWN PIRU ****** | |
| They all gettin' C-sick | |
| Them DENVER LANES and they all gettin' C-sick" | |
| (RED RAG) | |
| Well I guess I'm a gangsta | |
| You probably know me by now | |
| But the way that I look when I'm starin' Rickets down | |
| I gotta stroll | |
| I got so homies that's old they OG's | |
| My ******s packin' bank rolls | |
| When I step up I make Rickets run and hide | |
| Committin' suicide - just survival homicide | |
| Derange maniac mind of a lunatic | |
| So damn nuts I go hunt with the toothpick | |
| Cause I remember back to my early years | |
| Step punk (pop pop) ****** the Crab and we outta there | |
| We use to do that *******t again again | |
| Kick out the door, say hello to my little friend | |
| Gimme the money, the gat and we ready to go | |
| We outta here, yo Dogg, grab the yayo | |
| Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt | |
| But ****** tried be hard, pull a gat outta *******rt | |
| My ****** Dogg | |
| Poppin' one dead in they forehead | |
| Stomp his ass as we watch his head bled | |
| You see a man ****** up for all and y'all | |
| Pump they ass like a mutha******' holocaust | |
| As we gon' blow in their ass like whistles | |
| Pumpin' they ass full of lead like pencils | |
| We outta there after that the *******t we did | |
| My ****** Dog said don't ****** with the "kid", we on the rampage | |
| "Yeah | |
| My mutha******' Loco and Big Wak it's gettin' C-sick | |
| My homie Pops and my ****** gettin' C-sick" | |
| (LIL' STRETCH) | |
| I'm gettin' C-sick | |
| I roll through the neighborhood | |
| A ****** with a problem | |
| A ****** up to no good | |
| Take ******s out with the fury of the trigga | |
| Have Crabs pourin' out beer for some more ****** | |
| Give 'em buck about the ****** and his homie | |
| So I creep, pop pop, what my brother told me | |
| Me take a ****** out mutha******' retaliate | |
| Roll on the ?? then I hit the Main Street | |
| Roll through the West Side to pick some real ******s up | |
| The homie G-Ride, Spook Dog and my ****** Nutt | |
| Five Line ?? ******s ain't for that peace *******t | |
| You wanna peace something? Piece your ass back together ****** | |
| The AK-47 mixed with the maniac | |
| Straight Crab crusher, kill a Ricket, ******s on that | |
| So as I creep Crab ******s better drop quick | |
| Cause I got the 9 and a Deuce and I'm C-sick | |
| "Yeah, we give a shot-outs | |
| To all them gangsta-ass ******s that's gettin' C-sick | |
| Yeah, one by one check it out | |
| East Side BOUNTY HUNTER ******s is gettin' C-sick | |
| West Side M Gang, they all gettin' C-sick | |
| East Side MILLER GANGSTAS, you know they gettin' C-sick | |
| Them WEIRDO Gang and they all gettin' C-sick | |
| NINE-DUECE BE-BOPP WATTS ******s they gettin' C-sick | |
| C-P-B's and they all gettin' C-sick | |
| Yeah, LUEDERS PARK PIRU ******s are gettin' C-sick | |
| Them A-P-G's and they all gettin' C-sick | |
| Yeah ******, what about that West Side A-P-B ****** they gettin' C-sick | |
| The INGLEWOOD FAMILY and they all gettin' C-sick " |
| REDRUM 781 | |
| Crabs can' t fade this because I made this to be stainless | |
| The mind is a terrible thing to waste so I leave you brainless | |
| The t that I do makes me famous | |
| Say my name before you die | |
| And I' ll make your death painless | |
| My goal is your mutha' throat | |
| The adams apple would be slit by my cross bow | |
| I throw low blows enough and I cuts like a Ginsu | |
| You wanna hooride, do you know what you' re gettin' into? | |
| I don' t think so I grab your hoe and hit the door | |
| Nuthin' but Crabs stranded on Death Row | |
| The L to the B blockin' out the third letter | |
| Before I put a slug in the center of your sweater | |
| Drop dogs like nbsp?? dogs nbsp?? close | |
| Ricket so runnin' up before I hold up my strap | |
| And they' re froze | |
| No one knows of my homicidal capacity | |
| I' m a pretty boy with the gangsta mentality | |
| Hey, what can I say? | |
| I let my Uzi do the talkin' and I spray | |
| It' s just another mutha' CK | |
| Cowards Run In Pack so they take off | |
| Their caskets will be close cause I blew his ' face off | |
| " Yeah | |
| FRUIT TOWN PIRU | |
| They all gettin' Csick | |
| Them DENVER LANES and they all gettin' Csick" | |
| RED RAG | |
| Well I guess I' m a gangsta | |
| You probably know me by now | |
| But the way that I look when I' m starin' Rickets down | |
| I gotta stroll | |
| I got so homies that' s old they OG' s | |
| My s packin' bank rolls | |
| When I step up I make Rickets run and hide | |
| Committin' suicide just survival homicide | |
| Derange maniac mind of a lunatic | |
| So damn nuts I go hunt with the toothpick | |
| Cause I remember back to my early years | |
| Step punk pop pop the Crab and we outta there | |
| We use to do that t again again | |
| Kick out the door, say hello to my little friend | |
| Gimme the money, the gat and we ready to go | |
| We outta here, yo Dogg, grab the yayo | |
| Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt | |
| But tried be hard, pull a gat outta rt | |
| My Dogg | |
| Poppin' one dead in they forehead | |
| Stomp his ass as we watch his head bled | |
| You see a man up for all and y' all | |
| Pump they ass like a mutha' holocaust | |
| As we gon' blow in their ass like whistles | |
| Pumpin' they ass full of lead like pencils | |
| We outta there after that the t we did | |
| My Dog said don' t with the " kid", we on the rampage | |
| " Yeah | |
| My mutha' Loco and Big Wak it' s gettin' Csick | |
| My homie Pops and my gettin' Csick" | |
| LIL' STRETCH | |
| I' m gettin' Csick | |
| I roll through the neighborhood | |
| A with a problem | |
| A up to no good | |
| Take s out with the fury of the trigga | |
| Have Crabs pourin' out beer for some more | |
| Give ' em buck about the and his homie | |
| So I creep, pop pop, what my brother told me | |
| Me take a out mutha' retaliate | |
| Roll on the nbsp?? then I hit the Main Street | |
| Roll through the West Side to pick some real s up | |
| The homie GRide, Spook Dog and my Nutt | |
| Five Line nbsp?? s ain' t for that peace t | |
| You wanna peace something? Piece your ass back together | |
| The AK47 mixed with the maniac | |
| Straight Crab crusher, kill a Ricket, s on that | |
| So as I creep Crab s better drop quick | |
| Cause I got the 9 and a Deuce and I' m Csick | |
| " Yeah, we give a shotouts | |
| To all them gangstaass s that' s gettin' Csick | |
| Yeah, one by one check it out | |
| East Side BOUNTY HUNTER s is gettin' Csick | |
| West Side M Gang, they all gettin' Csick | |
| East Side MILLER GANGSTAS, you know they gettin' Csick | |
| Them WEIRDO Gang and they all gettin' Csick | |
| NINEDUECE BEBOPP WATTS s they gettin' Csick | |
| CPB' s and they all gettin' Csick | |
| Yeah, LUEDERS PARK PIRU s are gettin' Csick | |
| Them APG' s and they all gettin' Csick | |
| Yeah , what about that West Side APB they gettin' Csick | |
| The INGLEWOOD FAMILY and they all gettin' Csick " |
| REDRUM 781 | |
| Crabs can' t fade this because I made this to be stainless | |
| The mind is a terrible thing to waste so I leave you brainless | |
| The t that I do makes me famous | |
| Say my name before you die | |
| And I' ll make your death painless | |
| My goal is your mutha' throat | |
| The adams apple would be slit by my cross bow | |
| I throw low blows enough and I cuts like a Ginsu | |
| You wanna hooride, do you know what you' re gettin' into? | |
| I don' t think so I grab your hoe and hit the door | |
| Nuthin' but Crabs stranded on Death Row | |
| The L to the B blockin' out the third letter | |
| Before I put a slug in the center of your sweater | |
| Drop dogs like nbsp?? dogs nbsp?? close | |
| Ricket so runnin' up before I hold up my strap | |
| And they' re froze | |
| No one knows of my homicidal capacity | |
| I' m a pretty boy with the gangsta mentality | |
| Hey, what can I say? | |
| I let my Uzi do the talkin' and I spray | |
| It' s just another mutha' CK | |
| Cowards Run In Pack so they take off | |
| Their caskets will be close cause I blew his ' face off | |
| " Yeah | |
| FRUIT TOWN PIRU | |
| They all gettin' Csick | |
| Them DENVER LANES and they all gettin' Csick" | |
| RED RAG | |
| Well I guess I' m a gangsta | |
| You probably know me by now | |
| But the way that I look when I' m starin' Rickets down | |
| I gotta stroll | |
| I got so homies that' s old they OG' s | |
| My s packin' bank rolls | |
| When I step up I make Rickets run and hide | |
| Committin' suicide just survival homicide | |
| Derange maniac mind of a lunatic | |
| So damn nuts I go hunt with the toothpick | |
| Cause I remember back to my early years | |
| Step punk pop pop the Crab and we outta there | |
| We use to do that t again again | |
| Kick out the door, say hello to my little friend | |
| Gimme the money, the gat and we ready to go | |
| We outta here, yo Dogg, grab the yayo | |
| Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt | |
| But tried be hard, pull a gat outta rt | |
| My Dogg | |
| Poppin' one dead in they forehead | |
| Stomp his ass as we watch his head bled | |
| You see a man up for all and y' all | |
| Pump they ass like a mutha' holocaust | |
| As we gon' blow in their ass like whistles | |
| Pumpin' they ass full of lead like pencils | |
| We outta there after that the t we did | |
| My Dog said don' t with the " kid", we on the rampage | |
| " Yeah | |
| My mutha' Loco and Big Wak it' s gettin' Csick | |
| My homie Pops and my gettin' Csick" | |
| LIL' STRETCH | |
| I' m gettin' Csick | |
| I roll through the neighborhood | |
| A with a problem | |
| A up to no good | |
| Take s out with the fury of the trigga | |
| Have Crabs pourin' out beer for some more | |
| Give ' em buck about the and his homie | |
| So I creep, pop pop, what my brother told me | |
| Me take a out mutha' retaliate | |
| Roll on the nbsp?? then I hit the Main Street | |
| Roll through the West Side to pick some real s up | |
| The homie GRide, Spook Dog and my Nutt | |
| Five Line nbsp?? s ain' t for that peace t | |
| You wanna peace something? Piece your ass back together | |
| The AK47 mixed with the maniac | |
| Straight Crab crusher, kill a Ricket, s on that | |
| So as I creep Crab s better drop quick | |
| Cause I got the 9 and a Deuce and I' m Csick | |
| " Yeah, we give a shotouts | |
| To all them gangstaass s that' s gettin' Csick | |
| Yeah, one by one check it out | |
| East Side BOUNTY HUNTER s is gettin' Csick | |
| West Side M Gang, they all gettin' Csick | |
| East Side MILLER GANGSTAS, you know they gettin' Csick | |
| Them WEIRDO Gang and they all gettin' Csick | |
| NINEDUECE BEBOPP WATTS s they gettin' Csick | |
| CPB' s and they all gettin' Csick | |
| Yeah, LUEDERS PARK PIRU s are gettin' Csick | |
| Them APG' s and they all gettin' Csick | |
| Yeah , what about that West Side APB they gettin' Csick | |
| The INGLEWOOD FAMILY and they all gettin' Csick " |
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