I Kan Kill (a Krab)

Intro:

Woop woop, woop woop, shiet, these mothafuckas... Inglewood and South Bentral biatch! L Gang...
Westside!
Crenshaw Mafia, Denvers! Worldwide, biatch!
B-Brazy: (?) off the woop woop, nigga, y'all niggas ain't from the woop woop, biatch, shit, is you really bangin' though nigga, shit...

Verse 1: B-Brazy:

I know the gangsta shit is what you cravin' for
So goin' to Westside rollin' down Figueroa
And your two-toned Caddy with the tremolo do'
You know it's different Daze-a-Braze but I can give you more
Gangbangin' at the two-duro Butlass, Blood, fuck this (The M nigga)
Blood, fuck that Crab bitch!
A swerve on, the next Honeycomb I stomp on (Biatch!)
The Rice Krispies I can crunch on
I'm hittin' corners on them Rickets like big St. Ides hard load from both ways (Haha!)
Young Braze, with the twelve gauge
Y'all niggas thinkin' that I'm Bangin' on Wax
Well BIATCH, you must be smokin' on crack
The Cadillac got toed, so my bitch-hoe
Ride a bunch of gangsterism niggas Twisters and Vogue and
I'll go kill some Crabs if you want me to (woo woo!)
Bitch, I'm 'bout to coupe on they ass
Like 'em off that loop on that ass, do that fast, nigga FUCK Crabs

Chorus x2: B-Brazy:

Bitch, I'll go kill some Crabs if you want me to, woo woo!

Verse 2: Lil' Hawk:

It's about mothafuckin' time to let the best nigga rhyme
From the CMGB nigga organizing crime
And I be the quickest to the draw, rollin' down Crenshaw (Crenshaw!)
Swoopin' the B'd up, P'd up, CMG'd up. CMG'd up!
As I dip and I dash you niggas know I blast on them Crabs
Break the nigga face, then I burn his flue rag
Now I'm rollin' with my dog, Lil' fuckin' B-Mack
Nigga's pockets on short, so it's time to do a jack (Oh yeah!)
We just lookin' for anybody nigga we don't be givin' a mad fuck (Right..)
Oh, there that nigga go slippin' on that brand new [?]
Nigga get the fuck off I want the money and the ki's
SKRRT, all the way, to the CMG (Oh shit...)
In another nigga shit, that I just took
Like, Ice Cube said, bitch, broke niggas make the best crooks
L, the I, the L, the H, the A, the W, the K
Lil' mothafuckin' Hawkster, BIATCH
That nigga that be doin', pursuin'
All the Crab shit I'M OUT TO RUIN
M and the L, L and the M, gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie
Crossing out the mothafuckin' cookie, cookie!
Niggas, niggas! Bitches, bitches!
Y'all know my name, nigga, y'all know my name, nigga!

Chorus: Lil' Hawk:

Now, I can kill the Crabs if you want me to, woo woo! (CM's!)
Lil' Hawk Red Ridin' Hood, fuck little boy flue, woo woo! (CM's!)

Chorus: B-Brazy:

Bitch, I'll go kill some Crabs if you want me to, woo woo! x2

Verse 2: TK II:

First things first, I'm gon' hit it where it hurts
Put a bitch-ass [?] in a mothafucker hearse. Riiight!
You niggas know my name, it's TK II on the stage
I'll fuck you niggas up, I got the tight-ass fade (Yeah!)
I'm not a tight man, bitch, I know you understand
When I roll through yo' hood with a gun in my hand
I'm layin' you niggas down, just like a clown
But I'm not that nigga, I bee you in the meantime
Later, on the mothafuckin' 4, bitch
Hittin' mothafuckin' D's on 'em switches

Verse 3: Lil' G-Bone:

Guess who it can be, that G-B-O-N-E
From 104th Street, Crenshaw Mafia, CMG! G!
I'm lettin' niggas know about the Mafia gang (Gang!)
Regulatin' Crab gangs and bangin' on hoo-rangin' (Woo woo!)
My niggas don't know, on how we hoo-ride and shit
Crenshaw Mafia Gangster Bloods when I kill a E-Ricket
But bitches, niggas, I don't gives a mad fuck
I'mma break ya, nigga, for your Fruit turf, bitch
I'mma bank ya, shank ya, nigga I spray ya
With this AK-ya, but I'mma lay ya, down
With the mothafuckin' gangsta sound
Niggas all around, Mafia Town
Nigga bow down, when I come through your fuckin' hood
Where it's at, B-O-T-T-O-M-S, Inglewood!
Inglewood! Inglemothafuckinwood! Wood!

Bridge: Lil' G-Bone & TK II:

I can kill a Crab if you want me to, woo woo! Woo woo! Woo woo!
It's Lil' G-Bone and TK II, woo woo!

Chorus: B-Brazy:

Bitch, I'll go kill some Crabs if you want me to, woo woo! x3

Spyder: Woo mothafuckin' woo!

Verse 4: Spyder:

I'm tired of the bullshit, your chance of livin' is shady
It's a, gang o' niggas out there that hate me
Wanna break me, make me, bow down in knee
Shit, y'all mothafuckas best chill
'Til the wheels fall off, mothafucka, I'mma ride
Mission is do or die, suicide, who am I
Yo', mothafuckin' killa
Yo', Westside Crenshaw Mafia gangsta nigga (That's right)
Bee, a snitch, on the news, talk, on the cool
Gave a lil' info to the boys in flue (uhuh), through
Washed up, watch a young nigga go head huntin', hot lead dumpin'
Instead of funkin' you should of been runnin'
Shake me, break me, you cupcake fakin' that's why
These gangsta-ass niggas regulatin'
I know you hate me, this shit that we come with, we come sick, quick to mothafuckin' see Crabs now...

Chorus: Spyder:

I can kill some Crabs if you want me to. Then let 'em know then!
I can kill some Crabs with my mothafuckin' UZ'

Outro:

Lil' Hawk: Woop woop, yeah, that's my nigga SP, the wild mothafuckin' G, the kreepy krawlie with the bomb-ass flow, biatch!