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[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] Letras de cancionesSlobs 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 From Letras Mania