K’s Up lyrics

"You better get my muthaf*ckin' money back, you Slob-ass b*tch
'fore have my brother come here put some work in your punk-ass"

"What?!
Lil' n*gga you... you outta line right there lil' homie, you step down"

"Naw... f*ck you Cuz
You better get my sh*t back 'fore you get bust tho"

"No, it's like this
You dropped your money there lil' n*gga and I'mma take it
You can go get your big brother, n*gga"

"Get down, you take it fool
I'll kill your old-ass Slob, you better get my sh*t back
I bust your ass my muthaf*ckin' damn self n*gga!"

[AWOL]
By now you should know that this is the B-K, n*gga
Slobs kinda deep but the Crips much bigger
Blue Ben Davis and I keep this sh*t saggin'
I'm proud that the K gang straight blue raggin'
n*gga, what do you gonna do about a n*gga like me?
A Slob run up, I say: n*gga, this the C!
Cause everybody know that I'm a muthaf*ckin' Crip
I got a Glock 9 waitin' for you slip
So Slob get gaffled like b*tches when they chit chat
Start wearin' the blue or get a peel cap
That's in effect he's tryin' to f*ck with me
While I'm slangin' the ki's and makin' my G's, G
What's the use in the Elm with a dead rag
Lueders Park chopped up in a hefty bag
Holly Hood in a slip knot
Moma's boy chopped up in a zip lock
No pipe but I do smoke weed though
A twin sack of the bomb-ass indo
Did it once and I do it again
I'm from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N n*gga
Compton [x15]
Compton's in the house

[AWOL]
K's up
Another Crip face from the East Side
Baby Gangsta down with the hoo ride
Can't trust no off-brand
So a n*gga gotta bail with a strap in my hand
Elm Street, Lime Hood get crazy
Choked up on a f*ckin' 3-80
Awol gotta go in again
K's up, hoes's down cause I'm puttin' the point in
Swayhooks wanna trip on a Crip
But an evil K will straight empty a whole clip
Can't mix with the Inglewood Faggot
Twinky Slob or Crenshaw Maggot
Fruit Town get clowned like Tree Top
Cedar Block, Lueders Park get the pop pop
Can't fade a young-ass B.G
More prop when I'm bailin' in the K-C
Khakis low - slangin' llello
K's up - I'm gone off the indo

"What's up big brother Cuz?
You Slob n*gga tried to get me fo' my money, Cuz!"
"n*gga I ain't tried to do that Cuz, Was you in the hood lil' n*gga?"

"No, I always over there in that n*gga hood"

"sh*t, moma gon' f*ck your lil' ass up, n*gga"

"Bullsh*t Cuz, you got to gimme the A-K so I can smoke that muthaf*cka!"

"That sh*t bigger than you Cuz"

"Brothas check this out, n*gga, let's do run up and check the fools out though"

"Yeah"

[AWOL]
Awol is comin' strong, I'm pullin' the 9 trigger
50 percent black but 100 percent n*gga
One of the B.G's fightin' with sticks and stones
But if I got a gat - it's on
I ain't color blind, I see blue and red n*gga
Do the wrong color and you end up dead n*gga
You ain't C-K'n it, won't you stop sayin' it
Get the '47 cause I love B-K'n it
Like T-Bird "comin' out the cage"
Time to lick the muthaf*ckin' shells out the guage
Crippin ain't easy but it's fun - I gotta get my gun
So I can kill DedRum
Badboys - whatcha wanna do though?
I got a 4-4 for a punk ave-noodle
I'm goin to a cripnic to flood the days up
Hub City , see the Crip face n*gga, K's up
"Hey Cuz, n*gga, that Slob n*gga, right there, gimme the strap Cuz!!!"

"Hey... hey Cuz, don't get his ass beat, f*ck you Cuz!"

"Aw Cuz, gimme the strap ??? for your ass"

"You muthaf*cka shoot his ass"

"Slob muthaf*ckin' die Slob die! n*gga this is Kelly Park!
Die you Slob muthaf*cka... Cuz... Let's go, let's go!..."

Compton...
Compton's in the house