R.I.P...C.L...R.I.P...POP'S...
IN 69, CRIP WAS STARTED. WE STAND STRONG FROM FROM DA NORTH, TO DA SOUTH, EAST TO DA WEST, TO MY NEST, I PROMISE I WILL DO MY BEST. I WILL NEVER DENIE,ALWAYS RIDE. TO I LAY, IN MY NEST, BUT TILL THEN KING DAVID WILL HAVE MY BEST. IM A GANGXTA NOW TURNING BACC, KISS MY FLAG CUZ I LOVE MY RAG, GRAUD MY CEEDS TIL I BLEED, IF I SHOULD DIE, PLEASE DONT CRY. TAKE MY FLAG N USE IT TO RIDE, NEVA SET TRIP. ALWAYS C-RIP. LOVE MY FOLKS N MY LOCS. TIL I DIE, C'Z UP HIGH................... defind all crips until i die forever throwing css in the sky when i die place 3 css across my chest tell king hoover i did my best... let it rain let it drip u a slob or a crip bust a slob in his lip wacth his favorite color drip.. When i die show meeh No pity Bury me deep in Gangsta City Place 2 guages at my sides A 6pt across my chest My golden crown apon my head My flag around my right wrist a black one over my eyes and a slob's C.J.Y continue... journey... young...
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