Techniec - G-Unit Crip lyrics

[The Game] Aye 50, get them n***as some iced out badges to go with them used cars you bought 'em n***a I am the West Coast n***a, and ain't sh** that can change that, hahahaha [Hook - The Game] Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops n***a's runnin with a motherf**in snitch so its g-g-g-unot Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops n***a's runnin with a motherf**in snitch so its g-g-g-unot You n***as ain't crips, you n***as ain't bloods You just little G-Unit run around thugs You n***as ain't crips, you n***as ain't bloods You just little G-Unit run around thugs [Verse 1 - The Game] Yeah n***a I'm loco but not like loco Red rag in my pocket, got g**ning in the chokehold Red spokes on my low low, oh no n***a call the po po, Game got a fo fo Guns by the boatload, n***as rappin so so Def like Jermaine, talking bout they g**n Whats a West Coast n***a from a East Coast gang A free 300 C, and a G-Unit chain Now he running with the po po, n***a even BO know 50 starts singing like KC and JoJo Catch me slippin n***a I hope so You wanna go to war, we can do it on both coasts What's up cuz, what's up blood What's up cuz, what's up wa*kstas What's up cuz, what's up blood What's up cuz, what's up wa*kstas [Hook] [Verse 1 - Techniec] We loadin up clips, handin out slugs Out the 645 sittin on dubs With some real crips, and some real bloods I ain't with the bullsh**, n***a easy up I ain't with the bullsh**, n***a easy up High in the air, got the wrist freeze up Same n***a that don't bang But you could back ya a** up n***a, cause the 5th gon flame While you at it, move ya eyes off my wall street chain They say we movin like an organized street gang All hues of blue, all shades of flame New west coast we doin the damn thang This year we make power moves With O.G.'s that been home, n***as still bathe in their shower shoes Grown full, I never move how a coward move Never heard of defeat b**h, I don't know how to lose Thought it would end, but it seems we ain't done Boy wagin war on the coast he ain't from Tryin to pit n***as against us, cancel Christmas It'll be a lot of sense ???? (Chorus - The Game) Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops n***a's runnin with a motherf**in snitch so its g-g-g-unot Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops Here come the G-Unit Crips, call the cops n***a's runnin with a motherf**in snitch so its g-g-g-unot You n***as ain't crips, you n***as ain't bloods You just little G-Unit run around thugs You n***as ain't crips, you n***as ain't bloods You just little G-Unit run around thugs [Verse 3 - The Game] See Game in the streets, see Game with his chain hangin Hood tatted on his neck, n***a I'm g**nin Blood, this is Piru, n***a I told y'all *Menace to Society*, never met O-Dog Time for the roll call, homies come in handy Taeda and Row from Mafia, Big-Y from the Family BIG T from Grape Street, 60's that's Keda Roc Mob got Tammy-Ru, Face run Cedar Block Don't f** with me homies, I know Joker from T-Flats Downer from the 18th Streets let the heat clap Tray Dee from Insane, Bg Woody from Nutty Block Main Streets got Dell-Dogg, Wood, and Stutter Box Got this motherf**er locked, try to move how I do Might run into Wacko from West Side Piru K-Dog, and T-Money, Mansfield Thugs 2-Ts and Du-Dog from Bounty Hunter Bloods Magic from Avalon, Twin from Santana Bird from Hoover know for the Orange Bandana Rick James from Fruit Town, Bam in the Denver Lanes Big-T, East Coast Crip Gang Big Fish from 1-9, DUB C from 1-11 Big Sharp from Playboy, J-Box from 9-7 Candy Man from Swans, Steve from PJ Watts You call 'em G-Unit Crips, I call 'em cops What's up cuz, what's up blood What's up cuz, what's up wa*kstas What's up cuz, what's up blood What's up cuz, what's up wa*kstas [Hook]