(BIG WY)
Yeah
That gangsta-ass *************t
Y-G
Y mutha********' G's
WOOP! WOOP!
Let these *************s know man
That's right, *************
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 *************t Jim Jones
I need a fifth
To start off my mutha********' day
I'm feeling good as ************* and I'm almost my way
Just C-K
These - punk-ass *************s 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.
************* Crabs cause ************* I blast from the O.G. Inglewood (to Denver and Nebraska)
And I ain't ********' with no bustas
Only them Damu Ridin' C.K'in' mother********s
And they ain't show no mercy when they hoo-ride
Leavin' no clues but a mother********' 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)
Mother*************' a handshake, hugs and a peace treaty
Cause I'll be damned if I'm caught slip 'n slidin' with my ********' 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 *************t done hit the fan locs
Squabble and shoot with any and all of you Snoop hoes
************* choose your mutha********' 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 *************t
But I be comin' quick with hollow tips and extraclip
Fully and creep for the set trip cause I know this *************t'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 
************* all Slobs Cuz, you die mother********
(BA********AN)
Six mutha*************as, 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
******** 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
*************s wonder why why I put it down on a mutha********' Crab *************
East Side Swan Gangsta Back
Down to pull the trigga comin' through the alley with a mutha********' A-K
Yeah, ************* - yellow tape
************* Crabs
************* Crabs ************* Crabs ************* 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, ************* you know why
Mobbin' down the 3rd, flamed up - like a fire truck
Face to face with death stuck *************t outta luck
************* 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 *************s
And let the homies take it for me
************* 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. ************* you know the reason
Blue rag hangin' out the blue *************ies
Mobbin' down the 3rd, got a Mau*************erg 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 *************t
And now I figure like the king of the planet
You ain't Crippin', you slippin' about to meet my automatic
Yeah ************* ************* all Slobs, this is F for death
(GREEN EYES)
Now it's a must that I bust on these Crabs quick
My mutha********' ??
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 mutha********' menu I got to ?? some mutha********' Crab
So put a ********' 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 ********' Crabs hollow I can get
I kill your whole family and your pregnant Crab ************* about to get birth
To a baby Crab
Now that ************* *************t outta luck
That's why I murder the lil' *************
This Bangin' On Wax Deuce
************* a truce
Big Wy I'm high so pass the mutha********' gin and juice
While I slip the clip in it commence the set trippin'
And smoke all these mutha********' Crabs that I catch slippin'
Yeah ************* 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 *************s, ************* Slob
Where you from Loc you don't have to ask me
?? in my tag so my K-P it ain't *************t
I served Snoops on Cherry Street
Asiatic central ?? where the Compton's meet fool
I ********, 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, *************