Ron "Ronnie Ron" Phillips - sh** Ain't Over lyrics

[GREEN EYES] I'm wearin' my colors: red shirt, red Stars and red flags Throwin' up Inglewood As my bhakis sag Green Eyes the Y-G Gangsta thug And I fill your a** up with tramp 8 slugs On Bloods I gives a f** about the Crab in the 9-4 And f** his moms, I smoke that hoe 1-0-4 the hood that I grew up in Born in red and Blood all I be was red And I chose to be a Blood cause I'm a Dog A muthaf**in' rock waller Checkin' out Crab baller So now you know when you roll thru the '4 I place a knife to your throat And blow your life outta window And your a** will never catch Green Eyes, please Captain save a Crab I smoke his a**, laugh And then I stab Back to Inglewood on Crabs I'm straight dumpin' Rest In Peace to A-Bay and Pumpkin' The sh** ain't over and n***a that's for real And I gotta lotta more muthaf**in' Crabs to k** [YANK] It's the capital N, capital G, capital B, capital H Littlest C but the biggest K It's them n***as B khakin' G red steady slidin' f**in' major b**hes in C-K ridin' Glidin' as we roll through the Projects Over 10 years in b**hes so a n***a gots a gang of respect So respect the words From the n***as that's in red and black Two Five Line Hustlers straight gangsta macks I get popped from my n***as from the Ace to '4 They'll be f**ed - that been tryed to have a gang truce You better hope you have your four leaf clover Blood, the C-K ain't over [LANIAK] Hoo-ridin' on the Westside, a flame Yak again Ridin' with the homies k**in' hoes and friends Plus a - flashback To the heart right connected that It's ride back to the 9 block you be You n***as don't realize I'm from the street Hit around the corner with the elementary With the homie from the 'hood So it's all good, we bickin' Got word From travel tickets fadin' b**hes, k**in' Rickets street slippin' You jacked - oh, you're a snitch Because the b**h smoke crack and I got the next hit Extra clip 32 hollow points to the head n***a smokin' joints, n***a smokin' Crab Flamed up in the cut, in the house full of lead With the strap in my hand Now my lap or in the stash You know how we do it On the West Side we prove it Hoo-ridin' I'm shootin' Hoo-dyin' not confused them Won't say no names of gang just f** any Crab thang Is just - Cowards Run In Pack I bust a cap in their brain With the 9 Glock it don't stop, the 9 Blood Y-G B-Dogs k**in' Ricks' take the flees Crossin' out the C's [LIL' HAWK & DOGG] It's 4 o'clock on the dot now it's to swoop I hopped in the Boupe finna bust a WOOP WOOP! But no sooner as I hit C-K Century A car full of Crabs tryin' to get with me So I pulls my ride, straight to the side Since I'm strapped - I'm peelin' n***as' caps Punk fools caught the ?? that I stick a Deuce-Deuce Can't f** wit' a Mac-10, b**h Handle your business, serve 'em proper Crabs can't f** wit the Crenshaw Mafia I'm the Hawkster, n***a - how did you figure? Red Riding Hood, M and the L is k**as n***as That's the muthaf**in' C-M-G's/D-L-B West Side Y-G's, and I'm out for a minute to the soldier And f** all Crabs n***a, the sh** ain't over Well it's me tha n***a Dogg finna take the f** off With the Caddy red Coupe with the gold knock off I got the 4-5 Glock, Crab drop on the spot Cut-off bhakis with the red ?? socks I finna take you Crab n***as to the old days When me ?? go fast and ?? bay As I daze your a** with this Damu sh** I'm the hardest though, the C-K hardest