I wake up in the morning pop my clip up in my ****
I'm puttin' in work, smokin' a Crab like a bigarette
One more Crab have to die *****s 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
Slobs lie dead in the shelf full of .9 lead
17 shots to the face left the Snoop dead
Cause I never slipped fully clipped for the drive-by
Lettin' off shots on the Crens watchin' Snoops die
For me takin' life
As how I leave scars no holds barred
Known to be hard, pullin' cards, leavin' Snoops charred
Nots to be ****ed with played with or stepped to
Or tricked by a ***** cause I'm killin' Slob ho's too
So pull out your mutha****in' nuts cause it's check time
**** 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 mutha****in 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 point is made clear like crystal
**** a Slob and what they live for
Troll Loc with the 'K in the C-P-T
**** a B-Dog you should have been a L-O-C
Back on your ass ***** it's me
It's that ***** from the West Side C-M-G
Straight ****in' it up
Cause it ain't no stoppin'
Crabs know if it's on then it's mother****in' poppin'
Rickets wanna trip
But I don't give a ****
I'm ??? a script - makin' my grip
With the **** that's on it
Snap crackle
Mother****in' pop one shot from my Glock and your punk ass drop ho
Lolly-ass Crab *****s bangin' on wax fool
If you dis my hood then I'm peelin' your ****in' cap
It's the 10 and the 4 mafioso, uh, *****
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 mother****in' D
It's the O.G. West Side name Lil' Hawkster
***** I ain't from Africa
Blood, I'm from Crenshaw Mafia *****
WOOP WOOP
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 ***** in red make a B.G. if
I disagree with the homies cause I ain't mackin' to no Slob *****
The wrong Kelly to **** 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 mutha****in' chrome
It's like a nightmare on Elm street when I creep
And lay them *****s down for the K.P
Blue coat, blue beanie and blue Chucks
On your Avenues **** out of luck and stuck
A flee-dog ain't **** to me
K's up I'm a mother****in' L-O double C