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Man, Maxo, man, when y'all gonna put me on the set, man? Man, you ain't ready, your mama ain't about to cuss me out, nigga Fuck that shit, man, I'm tired of this shit, man, I'm ready Forreal man, ai'nt no goin' back, come on Aight Cuz drippin' blood on his handkerchief Busted lip, fifty-two seconds later, now he's a Crip Ain't that a bitch? Less than a minute, life-long decision He said he with it and committed Now time to show little cuz the business He said Maxo when my partner died last year, that shit just ruined me Age eleven, shot by twelve, I read it on his eulogy Circumstances that he had Crackhead mother, deadbeat dad Skippin', truant every class But he was fluent with that math Before he banged Crip, he claimed Crip He used to false flag He screamed out "murder blocc" Got caught by ops, they whooped lil' bro ass Young and dummy, he's just lucky he ain't get a toe tag Now he legit got put on Crip, just to get a imaginary badge of honor Blue Duke Ju Redick jersey Letras de cancionesAll the homies call him throwback, he like Curry totin' .30 Still grievin' about his homie, readin' newsletters He made a choice and sold his soul to the blue devil And once you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity God forgive but locs don't, so bible quotes they not concernin' me His mama off the yay, no Yeezy His bro got slain, can't let opps play with his name like Jesus Won't let him do lil' bro like Pookie Loc He asked me what I do it for Monster Cody, Raymond Lee, I bang the C like Tookie Ho And truth be told, you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity Have your cuz drippin' blood, in the mud 'til it's burgundy I know niggas who kill niggas Like nah, for real, these niggas killers Like these niggas kill more niggas than the Ku Klux Klan's members Like these niggas kill more niggas than Ronald Reagan and Hitler And you ain't real because you got one kill That don't make you a killer 'Til you get down with them locs Know what they say about them Crip niggas You ain't a real one 'til you kill one You better watch your Crip niggas Just because he call you cuz don't mean that he gon' Crip with you You never made a nigga shed no blood, they won't do shit with you Tinys, babies, infants, know your rep, play your position All that set trippin', dissin', get you DP'd and disciplined Lil' homies, big homies You gotta know the difference When you politickin', ain't no nigga bigger than this crippin' And once you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity God forgive but locs don't, so bible quotes they not concernin' me His mama off the yay, no Yeezy His bro got slain, can't let opps play with his name like Jesus Won't let him do lil' bro like Pookie Loc He asked me what I do it for Monster Cody, Raymond Lee, I bang the C like Tookie Ho And truth be told, you join the street fraternity, you down for eternity Have your cuz drippin' blood, in the mud 'til it's burgundy From Letras Mania