(BATMAN) I wake up in the
morning
pop my clip up in my shit
I'm puttin' in work,
smokin' a Crab like a bigarette
One more Crab have to die
niggas wonder why
I sit back relax - in the cut
- as his mama cry
His homies want some get back
But they can get a toe- tag
and that's what you get
For takin' out your nasty flue rag
The bust - bust with the click
? they call this true flue
I smoke the whole Crab crew
Your baby mamas too, and you
My name is evil Bat and I'm
a rebel and a soldier
I'm sparkin' like some folders
E- Rickets like I told ya
I got you Crab Rickets on the
tip of your toes
And you be all on my jock
Cause you be diggin' my flows
And D.J. Quik I took your beat
Now I'm lookin' for you
Wassup?!
To them Bloods and them Pirus
You Rickets just be talkin'
I be spittin' that heat
Give it up for this Swan East Side M-
S- B- G
(TROLL)
Slobs lie dead in the shelf
full of .9 lead
17 shots to the face left
the Snoop dead
Cause I never slipped fully clip
for the drive- by
Lettin' off shots on the
Crens watch these Snoops die
For me takin' life
As how I leave scars no holds barred
Known to be hard, pullin' cards,
leavin' Snoops charred
Not to be fucked with play with the step two
I trip by a bitch cause
I'm killin' Slob ho's too
So pull out your muthafuckin' nuts
cause it's jack time
Fuck a Tec- 9
This 44 will make you Slobs respect mine
Hard to the dome gets me
ready for some action
Plus I sip on some 'gnac
Now I'm set to go blastin', packin'
A muthafuckin Mac- 10
With the Desert Eagle off safety to
make more Slobs hate me
Gravely, cause ain't no comin' fake, see
All conversation is ended,
when my arm is extended
And hand clenched around the pistol
My partners will make peel like?
Fuck a Slob and what he live for
Troll Loc with the 'K in the C- P- T
Fuck a B- Dog you should have been a L- O-
(LIL' HAWK)
Back on your ass nigga it's me
It's that nigga from the West
Side C- M- G
Straight fuckin' it up
Cause it ain't no stoppin'
Crabs know if it's on then
it's motherfuckin' poppin'
Rickets wanna trip
But I don't give a shit
I'm? a script - makin' my grip
With the shit that's on it
Snap crackle
Motherfuckin' pop one shot from my
Glock and your punk ass drop hoe
Lolly- ass Crab niggas
bangin' on wax fool
If you dis my hood then I'm
peelin' your fuckin' cap
It's the 10 and the 4 mafioso, uh,
nigga
C- K Century and Crabs
can't get with the
Almighty
I'm C to the M to the G, I'm
B to the L double O motherfuckin' D
It's the O.G. West Side name
Lil' Hawkster
Nigga I ain't from Africa
Blood, I'm from Crenshaw Mafia
nigga
WOOP WOOP
(AWOL) I made a mistake
thought I was
down with the Peach street
Went to a truce meet -
livin' in Elm street
I can drink the Thunderbird
until I get sick
But weed don't get me high enough
so I smoke a sherm stick
Trip - a bitch in red make a B.G. if
I disagree with the homies cause I
ain't mackin' to no Slob bitch
The wrong Kelly to fuck with
To press your luck with
A Kelly you don't want to get stuck with
White ducks better watch
their dome
When I'm on 7- 6 with my
muthafuckin' chrome
It's like a nightmare on
Elm street when I creep
And lay them niggas down for the K.P.
Blue coat,
blue beanie and blue Chucks
On your Avenues shit out of luck and stuck
A flee- dog ain't shit to me
K's up I'm a motherfuckin' L-
O double C
Bloods & Crips 
