Oh yeah niggas...

Back in this motherfucker...

The Y-G's

We don't give a fuck nigga, know I'm sayin'

Yeah, we the Crenshaw Mafia...

L gang

WOOP WOOP

You know I'm sayin'

We 'bout to regulate this shit

Crab niggas can hate this... fuck...

Beeyaatch



[B-BRAZY]

I break your nose, wreck shows, plus bomb on hoes

Yo, wear gangsta clothes, drive a Coupe full of hoes

And I'm supposin' that you wants to ride with these B-Dogs, bitch

Since I'm beamin' gold red rides on this Rag 6-6

Hey bitch no perm just a curl for the girl

New 3-80 for these bustas as I twistin' twirl

Hoes be all the 9 since they heard B-Braze signed

But I ain't switch to fuck that bitch me and 8-Ball switch

Y-G's on mind quick to - knock you out

Eyes open, get your teeth slap right down your mouth

Fools like me keeps it rollin'

Down Fig' ??? from Colden

They stay hood say all hood they starts unloadin'

I'm - holdin'

These nuts cause they're big

Aw shit B-Brazy from the 9th and Fig'

Still breakin' down the door

Screamin' Figueroa

Last time I hitted your ass up with that, hey yo yo

Now bitches grab your panties

Niggas grab a 'Bird and Bool-Aid

And finally a whole verse with Brazy Daze biiitch



I know you hate this but you can't fade this

Y-G-B niggas are the braziest

I know you hate this but you can't fade this

Y-G-B niggas are the braziest

I know you hate this but you just can't fade this

Who you know Y-G-B are the braziest



[SPIDER]

I'm comin' with a new twist, I'm bullshit' for the ridas

And if you don't know me call Y-G Spider

Homicider from the Wild Wild

West Side

Crenshaw Mafia Gangster

No, I ain't the prankster

I bank your much faster than Swift

As I go enter rest fools best beware where is young sick-ass G

And that be me

From the 10-4 street by the close Swap Meet

On Century, C-K all day

And maybe late night if the G-ride is tight what that B like side-side

Nevertheless you claim motherfuckers keep stressin'

So I keep scrappin' and cappin' with my Smif & Wesson

Niggas can't fuck with me, myself and I

The Cren murder gang in the D-L (right)

Can't we get a WOOP WOOP for this gangsta track? (WOOP! WOOP!)

4 packs, a jimmy hats for the punk hoodrats

That be swingin' on the nuts of this young-ass G's

I set a trap for the B-I-tches with some G's



[Chorus]



[LIL' HAWK]

Now it's a lil' something that must be spoke on

About the Crenshaw Mafia and is how we get a roll on

But peep - shit ain't got deep

On the block last night

About four Crab niggas drop

You wanna bang? Motherfuckers what's up?!

I'm 'bout to put that motherfucker gaze right up to your nut

Aw... nigga, you didn't know?

About the 1-0-4 red

Taggin' niggas' toes

I'm not showin' no mercy in this game

Lil' Hawk Y-G and peelin' Crabs is the thang

A-B crossin' out the C

And we don't give a fuck, West

Side C-M-G

B-L double O-D

Killer E-R-I-C-K-E-T

Shoot him up bang bang with the Mac-11

See 1-8-7 all

Bloods go to heaven

You just can't fuck with this

It's the 1-9-9-5 all Crab nigga dis ??? bitch



[Chorus]