Raising Baby Crips

Let it rain, let it flood, let a Crip kill a Blood, let it rain, let it drip, kill a slob cuz I claim Crip, let it rain, let it thunda, bury a slob 6 feet unda, when I die show no pity, bring my soul to gangsta city, 6 flyin, 5 dyin’, 6 poppin’, 5 droppin’ can’t stop won’t stop bk all day everyday ‘til my casket drops throw the C’s up and the B’s down, fucc all slobz, kill ‘em all wit’ muh knife BK all day everyday Crip fo’ lyfe!

The Crip mantra it’s what Cedrica Moody lives by, she loves everything Crip and doesn’t care who doesn’t like it, Cedrica’s so proud she’s got her six children living the Crip life as well, from 8:15 to 3 PM they’re just like every other school student, but once the bell rings it’s Crip or die as they demand respect, dole out punishment and raise hell the Crip way.