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[BIG WY] Yeah That gangsta-ass shit Y-G Y muthafuckin' G's WOOP! WOOP! Let these niggas know man That's right, nigga Yo punk, what's up fool? Lil' Dawg [LIL' HAWK] Now - I'm headed to the store, once again it's on You call it Thunderbird I call that shit Jim Jones I need a fifth To start off my muthafuckin' day I'm feeling good as fuck and I'm almost my way Just C-K These - punk-ass niggas this is C-M-G Your number one Crab killas (that's right) From the 4 to the Shaw even Century On Figueroa we gotta sowed up Rollin' with the D.O.B. Fuck Crabs cause nigga I blast from the O.G. Inglewood (to Denver and Nebraska) And I ain't fuckin' with no bustas Only them Damu Ridin' C.K'in' motherfuckers Letras de cancionesAnd they ain't show no mercy when they hoo-ride Leavin' no clues but a motherfuckin' homicide Lil' Hawk Y-G quick to spree And C-K you should've been a B-the-D-the-O-the-G'zee, fool Ahahaha... [BRONCO] Motherfuck' a handshake, hugs and a peace treaty Cause I'll be damned if I'm caught slip 'n slidin' with my fuckin' enemy Now it's the time to leave the plan of the dot Open your chest or your vest Slobs and see you later bop Paper this ass wax bangers the shit done hit the fan locs Squabble and shoot with any and all of you Snoop hoes Nigga choose your muthafuckin' weapon Brown this brass knuckles or the black Smith and Wesson - I'm guessin' That you would play the tough guy and think that you're the shit But I be comin' quick with hollow tips and extraclip Fully and creep for the set trip cause I know this shit's stompin' Snatch your heart outta your chest And we can watch you stop breathin' Toe tag, body bags, homicides and hoo-ride East Side Rip Ridaz it's ever Denver on mine Fuck all Slobs Cuz, you die motherfucker [BATMAN] Six muthafuckas, 357 hollow point Magnum shells Closed casket made this Crab mama yell Pendleton, khakis, pig tails And Stars on my feet Me and Puff had to wreck And my homie six ten his feet I creep ??? specialty Cause I'm a professional Gangbang is gangsterism I live my life in dangerous ways I go days without eatin' I'm steady sippin' on Night Train C-K Rider killin' Crabs till I die Gangsta Mr. Bat Niggas wonder why why I put it down on a muthafuckin' Crab nigga East Side Swan Gangsta Back Down to pull the trigga comin' through the alley with a muthafuckin' A-K Yeah, nigga - yellow tape Fuck Crabs Fuck Crabs fuck Crabs fuck Crabs! Shots out to the Bloods and Pirus, what's up Blood? Ninety Four - we out [SIX PAC] Crip or cry, Crip or cry, Crip, Crip, Crip or die Snoops Rest In Peace, nigga you know why Mobbin' down the 3rd, flamed up - like a fire truck Face to face with death stuck shit outta luck Nigga you just met a dark angel You can say I walk my Satan cause I smoke a Slobs handle Kidnap a B-Dog then shoot him to the Franklin Squares And let the homies take it for me Nigga you like red so much Now check this out Time to a chin broke ass on his head and mouth But if it's on then it's on stick a smash to him And show the rest of his Slob homies how we do him Fool I ain't playin' for this 9-4 season East Side F.C.G. nigga you know the reason Blue rag hangin' out the blue dickies Mobbin' down the 3rd, got a Mausberg with me It ain't no secret how I'm smokin' a Snoop I take a trip to the 5th and give me a stick and let loose shit And now I figure like the king of the planet You ain't Crippin', you slippin' about to meet my automatic Yeah nigga fuck all Slobs, this is F for death [GREEN EYES] Now it's a must that I bust on these Crabs quick My muthafuckin' ?? Straight bustin' out of the station wagon, never draggin' I gots to kickin' in out Down in a hole ??? and killin' every wearin' flue nap What's next? On my muthafuckin' menu I got to ?? some muthafuckin' Crab So put a fuckin' cap into The hearse and stripes Green Eyes ?? some mo' And I bend I catch you slippin', bumpin', steady dippin' on a '4 And let me show you fuckin' Crabs hollow I can get I kill your whole family and your pregnant Crab bitch about to get birth To a baby Crab Now that nigga shit outta luck That's why I murder the lil' fuck This Bangin' On Wax Deuce Fuck a truce Big Wy I'm high so pass the muthafuckin' gin and juice While I slip the clip in it commence the set trippin' And smoke all these muthafuckin' Crabs that I catch slippin' Yeah fuck the Crabs, I got to say what's up to the I-F-G gang [AWOL] I went to church for years but I only learned one thang goods So you can't blame it on Jesus Cause I said love for the neighborhood I got a Cuzzin from Elm and one from the Mob I put that on my daddy, I'm a killer niggas, fuck Slob Where you from Loc you don't have to ask me ?? in my tag so my K-P it ain't shit I served Snoops on Cherry Street Asiatic central ?? where the Compton's meet fool I gangbang, hoo-bang, war-bang See my name struck up on the 91 freeway So all Slobs better hide tonight Hide tonight cause the K gang's hoo-ridin' On my side - East Side - your side Them Slobs from the other side get off for fight, right You might run from a Kelly with heat Cause the Slobs ain't dead got to rest in peace, nigga From Letras Mania