* [B-BRAZY & LIL' HAWK]
Crabs biatch
Can't stop, won't stop
Mafia Lane Gang

[LIL' HAWK]
Now this is the moment that you've been waitin' for
A nigga like the 10-4 mafioso
Don't fuck up for nuthin', hit and break 'em down
Crenshaw Mafia Gangsta and I'm not ?? of pound

[B-BRAZY]
Finally Braze kick a muthafuckin' verse
Told bitch: hold the fuck up and watch your fuckin' purse
Cause I'm finna go crazy
It's me B-Brazy
Bumpin' all the ladies

[LIL' HAWK]
Now peep all game cause all game must get peeped
First nigga talk shit I'ma put his ass to sleep
4-7 K nigga it's the street slip
But I don't trip muthafucka ?? Blood

[B-BRAZY]
Now B-Dog walkin', talkin' Crabs in the streets
It's the Denver Lane Blood - Hun' and 9th street
Crab niggas can't fade this and can't fuck with this
This Y-G-B smokin' on some Hennessy

[LIL' HAWK]
Now as I hit the L block who in the fuck that I be
With a red flag bhakis sag S to the P (bitch)
My nigga had a sack, cup of 'gnac, that's my nigga
We don't give a fuck two Y-G be Crab killas

[B-BRAZY]
Shootin' dice, Big Tone and Big Gangsta Pro
On the Hun' and Nint
You Borrowed lyrics

I'll throw you scraps and talk
The bad things
The language or the motive
Affected shown is
Self imitating
Trust the dying breed
The pitch I made has been
On my end I trust in
What's left here
To lie is
Admired you trust in
Without fear
You borrow
My world of one speak up
The good things
The guidelines let me follow
Offense is borrowed
h street to Figueroa
The OG's doin' their way baller than the YG's
But we the young TYG nigga Fig' YG's

[LIL' HAWK]
I don't give a fuck, fill a nigga to the rim
Jump in a Mustang with Mad Eye to the Brim
We got a dub-sack now we high than a muthafucka
Crenshaw Mafia we don't fuck with no busta

[B-BRAZY]
Set trip with Bloods through the L gang don't give a fuck
If you talkin' that shit you might get fucked up
By the YGB's: Braze and K-P
Hun' and Ninth to Figueroa street biiiyaaaatch

[LIL' HAWK]
One two motherfuckin' three (B-gang)
C-M-D-L-M-S-B
I don't give a fuck
B-S-B and I gots to give it up to the I-F-G

[B-BRAZY]
Red hat
Red motherfuckin' strings
Ain't a damn thang changed, Mafia and these Lanes
Still doin' this shit for the 1-9-9-5
So fuckin' high, bitches know why

[LIL' HAWK]
Now I roll thru the streets of Inglewood in L.A.
I be puttin' down everyday, everynight C.K.
As I don't give a fuck, all Bloods go to heaven
4 menace, Crenshaw Mafia is still 1-8-7

[B-BRAZY]
Hit the dollars cause my homegirl Trey Dogg
Got a gang of hoes that wanna fuck us all
So we gon' hit the pound of muthafuckin' Jay Z
Me and t
Giant lyrics

The sun is high & I'm surrounded by sand
For as far as my eyes can see -
I'm strapped into a rockin' chair -
With a blanket over my knees -
'I' - am a stranger to myself -
- & nobody knows I'm here -
When I looked into my eyes -
It wasn't myself I'd seen -
But who I've tried to be
I'm thinking of things I'd hoped to forget.
I'm choking to death in a sun that never sets.
I clogged up my mind with perpetual greed
& turned all of my friends into enemies.
& now the past has returned to haunt me.
I'm scared of god - & scared of hell
e homie Twit, Mad Mo, Bee Mike...

[LIL' HAWK]
Now as I party on the west side, it's poppin' at 10 but
How many trick bitches gon' get in?
They wanna swing on my nuts cause it's the 3-1-8
Sayin' Lil' Hawk YG up in my face

[B-BRAZY]
It's like watch out for the tree
It's the YGeee Mr. B-Bra-to the-zee
On the microphone like never before
Let you know about the Figueroa-Figueora

[LIL' HAWK]
Flexin'
Style is wild is just that's me
Ooh wee
The C-M the Y the G-B
Goddamn, I explode, I fuck shit up
I ain't don't give a fuck YG's go nuts

[B-BRAZY]
Now I can get
Ol' Dirty Bastard
It's me Braze-Daze that all
Bastard
From Figueroa and shot your car and bust the whole fuckin' window
I'm high off the motherfuckin' endo

[LIL' HAWK]
But I can get gummyyy
Like ??
You little dummyyyy
Gimme your moneyyy
It's kinda funnyyy but hold meee
Homieee, shit goddamn I get stupid
Inglewood Denver and back to ??

[B-BRAZY]
Now, shoot the dice what they hittin' for?
I bail, I hit 9th for motherfuckin' 10 and the 4
Now what you wanna do? I take that sucker bet
Cause you's a sucker-ass bitch
You ain't Fig and jet

[LIL' HAWK]
But who the fuck
The Cruel Sister lyrics

A farmer lived in the North Country,
Hey ho, bonny-o,
He had daughters one, two, three.
One was as bright as is the sun,
And coal black grew another one.
A knight came riding to the farmer's door,
He'd travelled far to be their wooer.
He courted one with gloves and rings,
He loved the other above all things.
Oh sister, won't you walk with me,
The swans they swim so bonny-o.
And see the ships sail on the sea?
And as they passed the river's brim,
The eldest pushed the youngest in.
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam,
Crying, "
 we and guess who to fuck up?
We gank you at ten and you lay that monkey nuts now
What the fuck your ass gon' do next
Don't even trip nigga you would get chin check

[B-BRAZY]
Straight ?? you
Then I take you in
Chin in your face then go hittin' your friends
Cause I'm a bang to the boogie
Boogie to the bang
This is West Side Denver Lane Gang

[LIL' HAWK]
I don't stand, can't stand motherfuckin' Y-B
But when I catch text kinda make me feel like I'm equal
To they devil-ass but fuck them and the Crab
I don't give a fuck I just stand

[B-BRAZY]
It's that nigga from Figueroa street
The rider, the gang
The C-K, the rider, the motherfuckin' gang
The Lane, we doin' at the most
Fuck Boovers, fuck
Bubble Gums, fuck this hoe

[LIL' HAWK]
That's motherfuckin' right especially you
Motherfucka that be claimin' True Flue
Every fuckin' hood on that tape nigga fuck you niggas
I don't give a fuck, got my ?? to y'all

[B-BRAZY]
Y'all dirty-ass bastard leave you ??? your boo-boo back
Before
Because you Crab niggas lookin' crazy of B-Dawg
Lookin' us B'd up like a son
D-O-B-G'd up with my fuckin' gun
(typed by: nemesi_@libero.it)