Batman (Bloods) - Set Trippin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Freeze] Catch the beat for the Ace Duece Trey Big Freeze is in effect for 94 and I'mma spray Tec-9 hollow point tips on your Slob-a** k**in snoops In the street with me and he won't Last a second, come to checkin' all you slobs with the quickness Dumpin' with the Tec you close you're eyes and try you wish this This was a dream and maybe one day you'll wake up But you ran upon the wrong Franklin Crip and got bucked Right back in your muthaf**in' place Big Freeze got the nine in your muthaf**in' face And just to let you know I ain't no muthaf**in' ho Hot feeling full of lead and leave your body on the floor It's BK Crippin' all the time when I ride Nationwide East Side Franklin Crippin' , so you Slobs better hide And if you don't when I see you I'ma k** you You can bet your bottom dollar fool I'll peel you [Verse 2: Batman] This ain't no poser but I be bang Crabs to pieces Wonderful one to his head and deceased him Point blank range it was strange the way it happened East Side Swans pulled up and started cappin' Crabs been runnin' and duckin' and try to get the f** away, but it's too late Cause I popped hI'm with the H.K. pop Miggety gun between the Crabs with me strap with me Nine Buck buck buck buck buck E-Ricket always die Me kick the rasta sh** hI'm make me mad I get with him Me comin' from South Central ??? me say trick Bickin it kickin it and stoppin it, pissin' and jackin' a punkin' the Crab dude Me love to smokin' chronic, drink O.E. and act a fool Some Crab in me hood losin' life for ?? chip Me happy to Glock and got and show 'em for no pity Blood, me gangsta from me hood, me k**in' never like a s*ut Or me can do the ?? because them snitch like a ?? [Verse 3: Cixx Pac] I got the feelin' there's anotha Slob k**in' in my hood n***as gettin' suited and booted up to no good Shootin' up everything and Tec-9 bail ringin' Showin' the punk-a** snoops how we g**nin' Psycho a**a**in I laugh when I stick 'em Then I bury hI'm alive cause the fool wasn't Crippin' I got a double barrel sawed-off, point it at the hostage Had your mama ransom and still shock the b**h You better ask somebody about Six Pacc Original Gangsta well known to peel a cap 3 o' clock in the morning the "F" Gang creepin' To see if we can catch another Slob slippin C-rag hangin' off the Gauge as I blast fool until you know this is Crip And you don't have to ask Evil side never die, fool it's no mistery Crabs runnin' the ocean I'm from the C [Verse 4: Green Eyez] Now as I tight'n up my flags, my bhakis sag low Banged up for Inglewood, yeah 104 'bout to pull a jack in my bucket, n***a Pumpkin Saw the first rip, who slipped, put some' in his chest Set trippin' I'mma bust on his a** quick 210 pounds lettin' of 50 rounds Gunnin 'em down for the homies that's B.I.P It's called payback I stay strapped, I packs a Mac-1 Brazy like Rambo I'm lettin' of ammo with my 9, 16 shot f** all these Crabs lies in the studio Tryin' to act like they hard But you done pushed me to my limit like a muthaf**in credit card Wide up so fired up the motherf**in' strap Green eyes got something off his chest ready to be expressed f** all ya'll Crabs, ya'll n***as ain't sh** And you will never catch Green Eyez mackin' to a Crab b**h [Verse 5: G-Bone] Slob-a** n***as C's up what that Crip like n***as don't understand that I'm a C, a Crip 4 life Slob-a** fools in my city n***a fear me It's the A to the D.C. rip f** the B Atlantic Drive Crippin' is where I'm from If you can tell Illiterate a** Slob n***as know that they can't spell n***a this is Slob k**a, I spell it out For you S.L.O.B.K. I double L.A. Crip n***a South Side Atlantic Drive makin' Slob panic Dippin' in a G With that muthaf**in' automatic strap out the window, pop pop now it's on A b**h made Slob n***a caught two in their dome On the Crens with they burgundy pants caught slippin' While I'm dippin' to the other side set trippin' Crippin' to the fullest, f** Slob n***a this is Crip I k** a Slob n***a and I smoke a Slob b**h [Verse 6: Yank] Now bick back and relax as I kick the facts about you Muthaf**in' scary-a** Crabs that just be Bangin On Wax True facts and not fiction And if you wanna buy ?? gimme your money n***a steady dippin' You motherf**in' right that's how the gangsta go and do it Sin Joke come to stretch you to stretch you, but that Ricket blew it Mark-a** Crabs droppin sh** like a Sega I called up G-Pops and told hI'm my n***a need the Desert Eagle Blood I think some sh** finna jump So tell Dogg to bring the nine millimeter and the pistol grip pump Yeah, that should handle this A Bounty Hunter from Watts, so I'm forcin' n***as scandelous And I'm down for whatever I got the extra long clip hangin' out my motherf**in' 'Retta Gettin' ready for a C.K Here comes some guy from that Ricket n***a with no further delay [Verse 7: Troll Loc] Load up the guns cause now you f**in' with a k**a trigga cop Bust some shots at you Slob-a** n***as talkin' sh** You's a b**h and I'll put that on my momma If I catch you in these streets - I'ma leave your a** in trauma This shock well and don't bail on T.R.O. double L Cause dead rag gettin' toe tagged from hot shells Ride throught my hood in that motherf**in' red I put my gun to your head and leave you dead enough said [Verse 8: AWOL] Now as I hear this on line if you really gon' blast I got a flea on my dick, for puttin' in it their dogs a** "Damn Blood that Ricket n***a was wild" I call myself a dog say f** hI'm doggystyle uh uh Smooth sellin' on a gay-a** snoop The main b**h at my house straight smokin' a loop K.P. to the motherf**in' H f** all Slob this the muthaf**in' K [Verse 9: Dogg & Lil' Hawk] Gimme the strap goddamn so I can bust on this Crab That b**h AWOL Tryin' to bang with a ?shank? Well, we'll rush you n***as on the count of 4 And all that Crab sh** what is you bangin' for f** talkin' with you n***as, f** eatin with you n***as f** rappin' with you n***as I don't believe you n***as It don't stop, I slip in my clip and set trip It's the Dogg and Hawksta, Weirdos and Mafias Mafia/Weirdos it really don't matter I grab my nine and make it rat-a-tat-tatter Now we be rollin' in my muthaf**in' G- ride It's me Lil' Hawk and the Dogg showin' these Crabs what that "B" like Weirdo gangsta's and the 10 and tha 4 f** all Crabs in the studio [Outro] Biiatch Tricks in this basket Busta-a** Crab-a** n***as