[BATMAN]
I wake up in the morning pop my clip up in my shit
I`m puttin` in work, smokin` a Crab like a bigarette
One more Crab have to die niggas wonder why
I sit back relax - in the cut - as his mama cry
His homies want some get back
But they can get a toe-tag and that`s what you get
For takin` out your nasty flue rag
The bust - bust with the click
?? they call this true flue
I smoke the whole Crab crew
Your baby mamas too, and you
My name is evil Bat and I`m a rebel and a soldier
I`m sparkin` like some folders
E-Rickets like I told ya
I got you Crab Rickets on the tip of your toes
And you be all on my jock
Cause you be diggin` my flows
And D.J. Quik I took your beat
Now I`m lookin` for you
Wassup?!
To them Bloods and them Pirus
You Rickets just be talkin` I be spittin` that heat
Give it up for this Swan East Side M-S-B-G
[TROLL]
Slobs lie dead in the shelf full of .9 lead
17 shots to the face left the Snoop dead
Cause I never slipped fully clip for the drive-by
Lettin` off shots on the Crens watch these Snoops die
For me takin` life
As how I leave scars no holds barred
Known to be hard, pullin` cards, leavin` Snoops charred
Not to be fucked with play with the step two
I trip by a bitch cause I`m killin` Slob ho`s too
So pull out your muthafuckin` nuts cause it`s jack time
Fuck a Tec-9
This 44 will make you Slobs respect mine
Hard to the dome gets me ready for some action
Plus I sip on some `gnac
Now I`m set to go blastin`, packin`
A muthafuckin Mac-10
With the Desert Eagle off safety to make more Slobs hate me
Gravely, cause ain`t no comin` fake, see
All conversation is ended, when my arm is extended
And hand clenched around the pistol
My partners will make peel like ??
Fuck a Slob and what he live for
Troll Loc with the `K in the C-P-T
Fuck a B-Dog you should have been a L-O-C
[LIL` HAWK]
Back on your ass nigga it`s me
It`s that nigga from the West Side C-M-G
Straight fuckin` it up
Cause it ain`t no stoppin`
Crabs know if it`s on then it`s motherfuckin` poppin`
Rickets wanna trip
But I don`t give a shit
I`m ??? a script - makin` my grip
With the shit that`s on it
Snap crackle
Motherfuckin` pop one shot from my Glock and your punk ass drop hoe
Lolly-ass Crab niggas bangin` on wax fool
If you dis my hood then I`m peelin` your fuckin` cap
It`s the 10 and the 4 mafioso, uh, nigga
C-K Century and Crabs can`t get with the
Almighty
I`m C to the M to the G, I`m
B to the L double O motherfuckin` D
It`s the O.G. West Side name Lil` Hawkster
Nigga I ain`t from Africa
Blood, I`m from Crenshaw Mafia nigga
WOOP WOOP
[AWOL]
I made a mistake thought I was down with the Peach street
Went to a truce meet - livin` in Elm street
I can drink the Thunderbird until I get sick
But weed don`t get me high enough so I smoke a sherm stick
Trip - a bitch in red make a B.G. if
I disagree with the homies cause I ain`t mackin` to no Slob bitch
The wrong Kelly to fuck with
To press your luck with
A Kelly you don`t want to get stuck with
White ducks better watch their dome
When I`m on 7-6 with my muthafuckin` chrome
It`s like a nightmare on Elm street when I creep
And lay them niggas down for the K.P.
Blue coat, blue beanie and blue Chucks
On your Avenues shit out of luck and stuck
A flee-dog ain`t shit to me
K`s up I`m a motherfuckin` L-O double C
