Crucifix (Devil Shit)
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Crucifix (
Devil Shit)
196 Clique
CRUCIFIX (
1: Killa B)
As I roll, Reach into the sky, Killer dimensions
Niggas been talking that shit,
Well I figure that nigga and me gone be
Entering, The tales of Hell, As I reach into your chest
Burn up all your guts, As I chomp off all your flesh,
Creep into your room nigga, Open up your skull mane,
Reach into your fucking head, Pulling out your fucking brain,
Blow a nigga's ass off,
Bitches wanna talk shit, Step up, Run up bitch
Cause I'll leave you with a crucifix
2: Lil P)
I was just a young motherfucker with no kind of life ahead of me,
I started selling dope but still can't come up with no ends G,
My niggas who was down with me at first they started selling out,
So now I'm locked out in the pen, No keys or no way out,
My Mama's always there for me, So to God I'll have to give my thanks,
But even with that love for me, I still started robbing banks,
Changing from Atlantic Ville to niggas with that plastic smile,
It turned me wild, And with my click, Became a fucking demon child,
Now I'm rolling in the cut cause murder's all on my mind,
Thinking about the dead bodies on the curb that I
Left behind, Wondering will I be the next victim of the .
45 chrome, Staying strapped,
Watching my back in case I have to get it on,
So how in the fuck that you figure that you compare to this shit,
When I know that you slipping,
Cause demons be lurking all over your shit,
And your bodies we split and discard in a ditch,
With the mask on my face as we make the escape
From the scene of the crime and we leaving them bleed
Bodies we torture with Glocks in their mouths
And the minute they starting, We taking them out
Sticking on them tricks at night, The crucifix is about to take place,
Chiefing with this click, Cause Lil P is down to catch a case,
Killa B, Lil E, Lil D, and Lil Bone down with this click,
You suckers are trying to run and charge the 1-9-6 crucifix!
3: Lil D)
Lil D, Coming with an axe in my hand to kill
Bitches they make 1-9-6 come in with the thrill
Witch in my mind, As I read off the revelations
Punk ass boy, Don't get caught up in the hesitation
Pull my nine on you tricks, The Devil coming real quick
Probably drop your ass when I blast with the mask
Take your soul through the spell on the fucking angel
My mind is cracking and packing like a motherfucking
Stranger, The lords of my click ain't taking no shit!
Killing as the sky gets dark, Mane, I'm so evil
Wrap your body as the men pour out some diesel
Let your head burn as the fire gets loose
Don't try to get up and run, Shot by a deuce deuce
Take you to your stash spot, Kill your brain, Kill your brain
The 1-9-6 clique coming, Ain't no game, Ain't no game
Fucking with real clique, You're gonna get your ass killed
Then, Drop your body in some hot acid bitch!
Lil Bone, Will a nigga be, Running when he face the nine?
I don't think so, Hoe, I think he die every time!
Grab my ski mask for you hoe, Watch how quick you hit the door,
Man you talking all that shit, But you know you got's to go,
I grabbed the Bible and I burned that motherfucker up in
Smoke, I told the Lucifer that that shit was not a fucking joke
The Lil D and the "
D" stands for "dangerous
Get in my fucking way, Because 1-9-6 is killing the
A psycho motherfucker in the click, Ain't taking no savage shit
I'm dumping them in the ditch and watch how quick I put the crucifix,
I grabbed the police and pulled them in the fucking
Lake, So how in the fuck you figure, 1-9-6 is fake?
Smoking bud as your body burns to dust, So I don't give a fuck
That your ass just got touched, Lil D, Lil D,
Coming straight from 1-9-6,
You can't fuck with the 1-9-6 crucifix, Crucifix!
4: Lil E)
Mane, Now it's time for me to buck them buster bitches dead
The revelation straight insane, I'm scoping, Got with the infrared,
Holding my tone, Now it's on, On this stormy night you bitch,
You trizzicks with that anna on your chest,
I'm dropping you in the ditch, Whoever, Whoever I let you burn,
Let you bitches burn,
Talking that shit behind my back and I'll let the trigger treat you
Busters like sherm, Deep in the horror,
Up in core where you bitches and niggas can't face this shit
Step in with the blast, Redrum on your ass bitch
1-9-6, Leaving your clique, Step in with the murder weapon
Lil Bone, Time to declare a stang and Lil D,
I got the Smith and Wesson, AK with the 100 rounds, Milli-Rounds,
See if you can count,
I can easily kill a nigga, Buck him where he stands
Drop it off to your knees motherfucker, Lay it down
The end of the world, So I'm packing my gun with them hollow tips,
Don't you try to run, You buster bitch, Mane, I'll catch you slip,
As you creep on tippy toes and making your stang, Make it complete,
Rip them back with my Gat and I will attack with my nigga, Lil P,
Sticking this nine up in somebody's face and I
Catch me a case when my Glock, Ain't gone stop
And I'm ripping your chest and your skull with my Tech and I split
The brains off of your face, If you test my clique,
Trying to get hot like you down with me,
Flaughing ass lemon that's running his mouth with no Glock in the
Front, Whip the punk, I ain't barring,
I'm laying these busters like into my trunk
I never come deeper with the flow when I'm full of that dope on me
Choking, I'm blowing my Glock will own a bitch,
Charging the 1-9-6, Trip like a lunatic, Working with Devil shit
Got you scared, Toning my infrared and it's on, When you're alone,
When I unload, You must die because I'm high, Charging hoes,
Making cheese, Nigga please, Bring it down to your knees, D,
It's time to creep, Deep as hell for 196,
Step and cause some fire, Cause it's time for my crucifix!
5: Lil Bone)
Coming quick, Fucking high, Put the lead in the chrome,
Put the Glock to your head, Then you're dead and I turn,
Running from the po-lice,
Family don't love me, Funny man, Try and fail, So what's up?
For all these niggas that's talking that shit
They can get their wig split, And I'll drop 'em in a ditch
But these niggas, They talking about for the '95,
Now you niggas should know that we come with our nines,
Drinking and I'm thinking about all you busters,
You think that I'm tame, Cause our players don't bar you mane,
Straight from our click and my niggas will creep while you be smoking
And choking up all of that P, Cause we coming straight from the click,
1-9-6 crucifix, Crucifix in my head, Fucking with Devil shit,
It's all in our soul, Our players are fine to crime,
So let's begin the damnation with the bucking of our nines (
Talking): Yeah,
It's Lil Bone in this bitch for the
1996 and I'm out of this motherfucker
End of the Song)
Devil Shit)
196 Clique
CRUCIFIX (
1: Killa B)
As I roll, Reach into the sky, Killer dimensions
Niggas been talking that shit,
Well I figure that nigga and me gone be
Entering, The tales of Hell, As I reach into your chest
Burn up all your guts, As I chomp off all your flesh,
Creep into your room nigga, Open up your skull mane,
Reach into your fucking head, Pulling out your fucking brain,
Blow a nigga's ass off,
Bitches wanna talk shit, Step up, Run up bitch
Cause I'll leave you with a crucifix
2: Lil P)
I was just a young motherfucker with no kind of life ahead of me,
I started selling dope but still can't come up with no ends G,
My niggas who was down with me at first they started selling out,
So now I'm locked out in the pen, No keys or no way out,
My Mama's always there for me, So to God I'll have to give my thanks,
But even with that love for me, I still started robbing banks,
Changing from Atlantic Ville to niggas with that plastic smile,
It turned me wild, And with my click, Became a fucking demon child,
Now I'm rolling in the cut cause murder's all on my mind,
Thinking about the dead bodies on the curb that I
Left behind, Wondering will I be the next victim of the .
45 chrome, Staying strapped,
Watching my back in case I have to get it on,
So how in the fuck that you figure that you compare to this shit,
When I know that you slipping,
Cause demons be lurking all over your shit,
And your bodies we split and discard in a ditch,
With the mask on my face as we make the escape
From the scene of the crime and we leaving them bleed
Bodies we torture with Glocks in their mouths
And the minute they starting, We taking them out
Sticking on them tricks at night, The crucifix is about to take place,
Chiefing with this click, Cause Lil P is down to catch a case,
Killa B, Lil E, Lil D, and Lil Bone down with this click,
You suckers are trying to run and charge the 1-9-6 crucifix!
3: Lil D)
Lil D, Coming with an axe in my hand to kill
Bitches they make 1-9-6 come in with the thrill
Witch in my mind, As I read off the revelations
Punk ass boy, Don't get caught up in the hesitation
Pull my nine on you tricks, The Devil coming real quick
Probably drop your ass when I blast with the mask
Take your soul through the spell on the fucking angel
My mind is cracking and packing like a motherfucking
Stranger, The lords of my click ain't taking no shit!
Killing as the sky gets dark, Mane, I'm so evil
Wrap your body as the men pour out some diesel
Let your head burn as the fire gets loose
Don't try to get up and run, Shot by a deuce deuce
Take you to your stash spot, Kill your brain, Kill your brain
The 1-9-6 clique coming, Ain't no game, Ain't no game
Fucking with real clique, You're gonna get your ass killed
Then, Drop your body in some hot acid bitch!
Lil Bone, Will a nigga be, Running when he face the nine?
I don't think so, Hoe, I think he die every time!
Grab my ski mask for you hoe, Watch how quick you hit the door,
Man you talking all that shit, But you know you got's to go,
I grabbed the Bible and I burned that motherfucker up in
Smoke, I told the Lucifer that that shit was not a fucking joke
The Lil D and the "
D" stands for "dangerous
Get in my fucking way, Because 1-9-6 is killing the
A psycho motherfucker in the click, Ain't taking no savage shit
I'm dumping them in the ditch and watch how quick I put the crucifix,
I grabbed the police and pulled them in the fucking
Lake, So how in the fuck you figure, 1-9-6 is fake?
Smoking bud as your body burns to dust, So I don't give a fuck
That your ass just got touched, Lil D, Lil D,
Coming straight from 1-9-6,
You can't fuck with the 1-9-6 crucifix, Crucifix!
4: Lil E)
Mane, Now it's time for me to buck them buster bitches dead
The revelation straight insane, I'm scoping, Got with the infrared,
Holding my tone, Now it's on, On this stormy night you bitch,
You trizzicks with that anna on your chest,
I'm dropping you in the ditch, Whoever, Whoever I let you burn,
Let you bitches burn,
Talking that shit behind my back and I'll let the trigger treat you
Busters like sherm, Deep in the horror,
Up in core where you bitches and niggas can't face this shit
Step in with the blast, Redrum on your ass bitch
1-9-6, Leaving your clique, Step in with the murder weapon
Lil Bone, Time to declare a stang and Lil D,
I got the Smith and Wesson, AK with the 100 rounds, Milli-Rounds,
See if you can count,
I can easily kill a nigga, Buck him where he stands
Drop it off to your knees motherfucker, Lay it down
The end of the world, So I'm packing my gun with them hollow tips,
Don't you try to run, You buster bitch, Mane, I'll catch you slip,
As you creep on tippy toes and making your stang, Make it complete,
Rip them back with my Gat and I will attack with my nigga, Lil P,
Sticking this nine up in somebody's face and I
Catch me a case when my Glock, Ain't gone stop
And I'm ripping your chest and your skull with my Tech and I split
The brains off of your face, If you test my clique,
Trying to get hot like you down with me,
Flaughing ass lemon that's running his mouth with no Glock in the
Front, Whip the punk, I ain't barring,
I'm laying these busters like into my trunk
I never come deeper with the flow when I'm full of that dope on me
Choking, I'm blowing my Glock will own a bitch,
Charging the 1-9-6, Trip like a lunatic, Working with Devil shit
Got you scared, Toning my infrared and it's on, When you're alone,
When I unload, You must die because I'm high, Charging hoes,
Making cheese, Nigga please, Bring it down to your knees, D,
It's time to creep, Deep as hell for 196,
Step and cause some fire, Cause it's time for my crucifix!
5: Lil Bone)
Coming quick, Fucking high, Put the lead in the chrome,
Put the Glock to your head, Then you're dead and I turn,
Running from the po-lice,
Family don't love me, Funny man, Try and fail, So what's up?
For all these niggas that's talking that shit
They can get their wig split, And I'll drop 'em in a ditch
But these niggas, They talking about for the '95,
Now you niggas should know that we come with our nines,
Drinking and I'm thinking about all you busters,
You think that I'm tame, Cause our players don't bar you mane,
Straight from our click and my niggas will creep while you be smoking
And choking up all of that P, Cause we coming straight from the click,
1-9-6 crucifix, Crucifix in my head, Fucking with Devil shit,
It's all in our soul, Our players are fine to crime,
So let's begin the damnation with the bucking of our nines (
Talking): Yeah,
It's Lil Bone in this bitch for the
1996 and I'm out of this motherfucker
End of the Song)