Lyrics:
Bloods Crips Bangin On Wax 2 The Saga Continues

script - makin' my grip With the shit that's on it Snap crackle Motherfuckin' pop one shot from my Glock and your punk ass drop hoe Lolly-ass Crab niggas bangin' on wax

homies Mr. Mack and the 10 Cause if it's on then it's on let the funk begin I'm goin' out like a soldier C and the M 45 on my lap 4 extra clips and Lil

a Slob bluffin' the blood bath It's the B-K in me that makes my ride On another homicide As I'm claimin' Nationwide EAST SIDE WATTS FRANKLIN CRIP GANG Swervin' on

still in his mouth so my nigga it's on You ain't a dog, you's a M-U-T On the nuts of a Compton B-G Fuck Bangin' On Wax and fuck that True Blue tape Fuck

for the Crips on the East Side Fuck a B-Side, cause C-Side is where the two C's Ride The best, not forget about the Crip's on the west Cause they steady

East/Side Kelly Park Crippin' We stay set trippin' On them Slobs that's slippin' Slobs keep on slippin' Slobs keep on slippin' [TROLL] Undercover Slob ain't shit, that's on Crip