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Azucar Moreno - Don't Stress Me lyrics
[GANGSTA RED]
 Gangsta Red touch you down to the head
 I got a 9 for the Crabs, a Mac-10 for the Feds
 It ain't nuthin' but a Villain thing
 Always prepared, never scared to die
 Rollin' through the 'hood
 Puffin' a dub-sack
 The Eastside fits it where the gangsta Bloods at
 5.000 and 6 to the hundred
 Spotted E-Ricket draw down and gun it
 Fuck E-Rickets man, fuck E-Rickets
 Bloostone Villains gon' get it twisted
 And to these suckers True Flue
 You know what they do
 Put the 9 in your head and catch a bullet or two
 Break-break up 1-9 E-Rickets do you hear me?
 It's Gangsta Red on the mic, flown freely
 From B-S-B-G-5-6-S-T
 See 1-8-7 so Bloods don't stress me
 [Member of BLOODSTONE VILLAINS]
 It's the B-gang punks
 Chumps and wimps
 Don't get it twisted straight Villains not pimp
 You might seen a ?? a little B in comin'
 We just slappin' bitches
 On Crab, we bombin'
 Get paid, we not afraid
 Fuckin' with the Villains and you gon' get sprayed
 The notorious, oh so glorious
 5-Deuce Villain can't nobody fuck with us
 V-I-L-L-A-I-N, count to ten
 And you find that you can't win
 East Side of L.A. is where we dwelled
 Dissin' all Crab, so fool don't tell
 It's already known that Crabs Run In Pack
 So all E-Rickets just suck a bozack
 Representin' Five-Deuce Villain Gangstas
 Fuck with us, recall go to hang ya
 I put a slug in your ass or maybe deuce
 Smoke that ass like a motherfucking deuce on get loose
 On all Rickets, Crab, whoever
 Losin' a battle, Villains never
 B-L-O-O-D-S
 So Crabs don't stress
 It ain't nuthin' but a Bloodstone Villains time
 [Chorus]
 5 thousand 6 hundred 5
 Bloodstone Villains killing Crab on the spot
 5 thousand Deuce hundred 5
 Bloodstone Villains killing Crab with the crime
 [Member of BLOODSTONE VILLAINS]
 Straight from the heart, Blood I tell you this
 Shootin' that crickets uh, I don't miss
 Aimin' at the 5.0 for a target
 I thought he was a Ricket
 But damn I hit a soldier
 Shot him in the head
 I caught layin' him dead
 Puttin' in work, who give a fuck about the Feds
 Claimin' the East SideAzucar Moreno - Don't Stress Me - http://motolyrics.com/azucar-moreno/dont-stress-me-lyrics.html
 The Rollin Fifty's
 Who give a fuck about Rickets
 They all Sissies
 Runnin' In Packs
 They better watch they back
 Cause the Bloodstone Villains caught you Crabs off the Mac
 Puttin' a mean check
 Leavin' a man all wrecked
 You know gangstas in the hood
 They get respect
 Here we go again on the smoke roll
 Five-Deuce, Five-Six Villains goin' on the Crab patrol
 Takin' out Crabs on sight, young Rickets
 OG's, it don't matter what you look like
 And if you dressed in blue
 It's only clue for me to do what I'm gonna do
 I'm a gangsta, straight up tear this
 Takin' out Crabs to give a way I don't care about this
 I do it for fun, keepin' Crabs on the run
 I gotta gun
 Go get a bulletproof vest son
 And protect yourself, for your good health
 I put your bitch very up on the shells
 Because I'm gonna move you from the ground
 Have you stretched out in the box slapped to the ground
 And when I'm hangin' don't test me
 Chillin' like a Villain so Blood don't stress me, stress me
 [Chorus]
 5 thousand 6 hundred 5
 Bloodstone Villains killing Crabs on the spot
 5 thousand Deuce hundred 5
 Bloodstone Villains killing Crab with the crime
 [GANGSTA RED]
 Five-Six, Five-Deuce
 And ?? on the Seven
 It's Gangsta Red straight flowin' from the head
 Checkin' you suckers
 Because you're nuthin' but bustas
 Cowards In The Pack if you know it's always like that
 So fuck you Crabs with your weak-ass raps
 It's Gangsta Red on the motherfuckin' mic
 And you know we just don't stop
 So watch me as I turn this motherfucker out
 Two deads ??? equal five
 Motherfuckin' Crabs that ain't alive
 I did it with the quickness, not care about the witness
 Now tell me can you hang with the sickness?
 And yeah, it's only right
 I jack the Crabs for his ?? just the other night
 They all on my shit
 Front, back
 Hittin' the pancake switch
 Rollin' down the Ave and what do I be?
 Some motherfuckin' Crabs fall around behind me
 So I hit the corner
 Reach for my strap goddamn rippin' peel some more Crabs cap
 Villain's the game, kill is the thing
 Understand what I'm sayin' man
 It's just a motherfuckin' Villain time
 So Blood don't stress me








