* Why must I be like that?
Why must I kill the Crabs?
Nuthin' but the Blood in me...
[LIL HAWK]
Back Down Mafia Lane
It's the YGB once again, hittin' you up CMG
Nigga with this all new funk everytime I take off
I just take 'em down, buck 'em down
YG Lil' Hawk
Dippin through the L block to the time
Woodworth P block just Mafia on mind
Interact at your own risk and welcome to the WEST SIDE!!
Where them niggas slippin' and slidin' and Crabs get the homicide
Four fire to the dome once again it's on
Chronic on my back up, full of Jim Jones so
Bick back being bool and
Don't even trip it
Mafia in the house with two straps on this ??
Crabs say anything you kickin' his ass out
With this muthafuckin' Glock pop pop and it drop
Lil' Ken in the pen: what's up my nigga!!
CMYG: straight Crab killa
I gives a fuck
Glock cock finger on the trigga
West Side Crenshaw Mafia nigga
Why must I be like that?
Why must I kill the Crabs?
Nuthin' Glass Ceiling lyrics
I wondered if you could come and help me
I want to get from here to there
I saw your face looked down tonight
I only hope that you're alright
I know you think its always you
Need some time alone, need some time alone
To feel down
To feel down
After tonight, another day
A chance to feel a different way
The sun is slowly changing sides
Still, sorrow in your eyes
Sorrow in your eyes
So feel down
So fe
but the Blood in me...
[LIL' HAWK]
Now as I bail through the muthafuckin' alley and dump
I got the homies on my right, dead Crabs on my left one
Time in middle
But to get to fiddle-faddle
Everytime I left the Mac barrel
No tattle tally will be allowed
Hoes, bitches, punk bitches get knocked the fuck out
On ?? nightly night is the prominent sleeper
4-7 K all day, street sweeper and
I can get rowdy if you want me too
Lil Hawk Red Riding Hood and fuck lil' boy in flue
I thought you knew Damus be
Gettin their banged on and
Crab-ass niggas be
Gettin' they brains on and (yeah)
When will you be like rollin' down C-K Century
You better be down with the muthafuckin' B-O
D Inglewood niggas know where's at, knick
Knack patty wack and all the homies stay strapped
And watch out your cabbage for a pack I'm quick to grab my 9 and flex it
Makin' all Crabs to the exit
West Side Rider
Why must I be like that?
Why must I kill the Crabs?
Nuthin' but the Blood in me...
A Worthless Dream lyrics
So much to live, Yet the yearning for death, Perpetual in my mind. To end the pain. I wait for time to show me my path, The continuum or the end? I see it so clearly it burns my eyes. Into absolutes I fall. No time left. Realisation cuts off all pretence. My dreams so rarely dreams, Just messages of pain in my subconscious. So tired of waking and screaming, And my mind can only ever say no! Every day,I
[LIL' HAWK]
Split it's on, breakin' bone, Crabs ?? behind me
And when catch 'em slippin' I'ma show no mercy
In this muthafuckin' game Lil' Hawk is the name!
Ain't a damn thang changed, this still Mafia Lane
But hold up
Off a second and
Let's take a pause cause
So many Crabs got shit in their draws and
Let it rain, let it dip, sockin' a Crab in his lip
You bitch-ass niggas don't wanna set trip
With my nigga Lil' Nut
My homie C-K and
This the type of shit that we do everyday
It's the muthafuckin' hood
The wild wild wild west
Inglewood B-O-T-T-O the M to the S
Where E-Law, Boss Hog and E-S
O-G Vinny Bop smokin' chronic even stress
T Whirl, Mad Eye, Tiny L and even Smiley
Big ?? and Kenny Boy Rowdy
Gramps K-B knockin' niggas out
Big Hawk, Lil' Hawk we in the muthafuckin' house
(WOOP WOOP - WOOP WOOP)
Why must I be like that?
Why must I kill the Crabs?
Nuthin' but the Blood in me...
[LIL' HAWK]
Boom Bam M Gang
I gots to give it up to
All my real niggas that don't give a fuck
Startin' off for my homies from the I to the F to G
5 hundred blocks down right in their speak
And don't enter - the Center of the muthafuckin' Park
Redrum across the street and all the Crabs gettin' sparked
So niggas - watch your ass if you know what I mean
Especially on the street that the Bloods caught quick
C-P muthafuckin' F all the way to east side
BLOODSTONE VILLAINS show 'em Crabs what the B like
In the G-ride ?? one dumpin' on the Rickets
5-DEUCE PUEBLOS, 9-DEUCE BISHOPS
FRUIT TOWN, 6-DEUCE BRIM don't give a fuck
And I Long Beach fuck them Rollin' 20 Blood
B like servin' and swervin'
Like everyday
All the way to the days niggas doin' a C-K
Four menace and a ?? YG Lil' Hawkster
DENVER LANES!!
And them Crenshaw muthafuckin' Mafias, nigga
Aaha, it's my nephew
Little ass boy, WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP!!
Why must I be like that?
Why must I kill the Crabs?
Nuthin' but the Blood in me...
(typed by: nemesi_@libero.it)
