All My Niggas

Verse 1: Lil' Hawk:

Roll up another blunt then pass it around
It's me and my niggas and we 'bout to get down
To this funky-ass sound, you niggas dyin' to catch a fade
But don't be swangin' on my nuts, 'cause you knows I'm checkin' paper, bitch
Switch, the other way around
You niggas be talkin' that shit but see you niggas be gettin' clowned
All the time when I ride, I be climbin' to the top
When I grab the microphone, I be settin' up shop
On the block, with the Glock, you know I stay strapped
Twisted up the dub sack and a cup of Cogniac
Jimmy gas in my pocket, ready to rob, ride a hoe
So which one o' you bitches comin' with me, to the mo' mo'?
We came together but I lead her by myself
Shake this old breaker so and go fuck somebody else
And that's just how it's goin' down
Like 2Pacalypse, trick, this young nigga gets around

Verse 2: Peanut II:

I empty the clip to the dick of a trick
If you talkin' shit, but fuckin' around with this millimeter lunatic
I have a fit, Mafia goin' brazy
I got the millimeter cocked, you niggas can't phase me
'Cause I'm the rudest gangsta, one nigga bank ya
And if yo' punk-ass ain't strapped, I'm gon' shank ya
It all started when your homie's blood got spilled
'Cause I was strapped with that 9 double M steel
I'm servin' rocks on the block, this is late night hype
So pass the blunt, my niggas finna take flight
I clutch the handle of my pistol then I take a hit
My niggas coughin' like a mothafucka, this the shit
I'm mad doggin' every nigga as I count mail
Fifty stacks up under the stash, I gotta jack a cell
Beepers goin' off like crazy, it's a dopefiend
The hookie hit the block slow, flashin' high beams

Verse 3: G-Spyder:

Bottoms life, bitch, what I live
And 187 is what I give
To any punk mothafucka, bitches included
I bick it with my niggas everyday and get zooted
Woop woopin' out the block, CK all Century
At the liquor store, J&B, niggas deep
Who can it be? Nigga, I ain't from Africa, I'll blast ya
If you trippin', fool, I ain't rippin'
So ask that nigga to the Left side, what's the best thing to do?
When the Crenshaw Mafia woop woop on your crew, fool
I'm a young rida, a young menace like Guinness
But I ain't white boy bidness
I'm a bidness, wrap, twist it up, why yo' body shake around
And we clown, all Sweet Louie, come bang booty
10 Menace 4 checkers and I'm checkin' out
- Mothafucka, all my niggas in the house!

Verse 4: Red Devil:

It's the young gangsta Red Devil, welcome to the next level
Mister save the geniuses with that shit you can't fuck wit'!
Starting at the point dark when the work always off hard-away
Like that nigga Penny in this game I play
Just know that I ain't no joke
Spittin' these rhymes from my mouth high off the doja smoke
My intellect is unfadeable, it cannot be touched
- So won't you come to the hood and let me play wit' yo' butt!
You's a mark, trick-ass nigga, riddle me this
I fucked yo' bitch last night and she also sucked my dick
So now spit, all of my nuts up, out yo' system
When it comes to checkin' a mic, nigga, you know I got the vision
All decisions, come from my brain as I maintain
To focus, I'm the dopest, set me up like cocaine
And distribute the real skills, I must get paid
With my nigga Lil' Hawk puttin' me down, I got it made like Gatorade
With this rap shit, I quench yo' thirst
Did I do that? Bustin' verse after verse
Ghetto Starburst, fuck the truth, the Juice is loose
As I'm bellin' down the L, can I get a woop woop?

Verse 5: B-Brazy:

In the G-ride, Westside, nothin' can save ya
Shot by a blast by that fool Braze-a-Daza
The Figueroa, Juggalo, phased down to hug the flow
Get me all the cash or I might have, to blast this hoe
Fool, how y'all think y'all can keep the Westsider?
From rockin', side to side and them chop ridas
Def is the B-Braze, yo, I'M THE BOMB!
White sherm make the walls grow tall
When I hit 'em up, give 'em up if you bangin' do'
Hit 'em dice if the gang is on Figueroa
I'm that woopin', recruitin' and shootin' wild YG
All BG killa on F-I double G
As we be beanie, sweatshirt and All Star (Well!)
Have the gangsta foe with the gangsta-ass bell
This the hood for life, do or die, nigga
If you ain't down with the Lanes then fuck all you niggas

Verse 6: O.G. Mad Eye & Big Hawk:

Once again gangsta Eye is about to flizzo
Still on corners comin' down the fizzo
Keep it on the rilla, my finga's on the trigga
Bouncin' down the 'Shaw with all my niggas
It's Crenshaw for life, and that ain't no hype
Straight woop woopin' on dudes at the light
Always ready to serve them, we dogs on (?)
We already know these fools is out to get them
So let's go skate, to the brim
And get a dub sack, roll it up with Suki Sam
Nigga, I'm Big Hawksta, Crenshaw Mafia
In this rap game there ain't no stoppin' us
And the love I got for the Inglewood B!
It's straight more work than all I've ever bee's
And to keep it on the real, and not get shitty
The I-N-G is a deep Blood bity
Gettin' paid in the Bottoms wasn't thing to do
Until I hooked up with the Dangerous Crew
Lil' Hawk, Spyder, Braze, Tip Toe too
Even Big Hawk so what the fuck you wanna do?
Drake gangstas advancin', it ain't no playin'
A gang o' mothafuckas fucked up they chances
But not I, no not me
I'mma try to come up on the empire, G
So don't give up that since I'm rappin'
It's still gangsta Blood and the 9 I'm packin'

Verse 7: Lil' Hawk:

And now, that the niggas in the spotlight
I'm bickin' back and being bool but I can still act a fool
So is it cool or what? It don't matter with me
One phone call to my dog YG SP
And G's, wanna bring the rest of the heat
And two mo' homies, now that make us 4 deep
On the street, go to sleep, nigga, lay it down
Blood on the ground, dead bodies all around
Somethin' told me, nigga, time to shake the spot
Well, well, what do you know, here come the mothafuckin' cops
Pork chops, the three little piggies get served
Sit back, relax, as the Coupe starts to swerve
Hittin' corners, nigga doin' about 85
Runnin' bustas over so they don't stay alive
And we high as fuck, keepin' it on the fo' reala
It's me Lil' Hawk with all o' my niggas