Why must I be like that?

Why must I kill the Crabs?

Nuthin' but the Blood in me...



[LIL HAWK]

Back Down Mafia Lane

It's the YGB once again, hittin' you up CMG

Nigga with this all new funk everytime I take off

I just take 'em down, buck 'em down

YG Lil' Hawk

Dippin through the L block to the time

Woodworth P block just Mafia on mind

Interact at your own risk and welcome to the WEST SIDE!!

Where them niggas slippin' and slidin' and Crabs get the homicide

Four fire to the dome once again it's on

Chronic on my back up, full of Jim Jones so

Bick back be bool and

Don't even trip it

Mafia in the house with two straps on the ??

Crabs say anything you kickin' his ass out

With this muthafuckin' Glock pop pop and it drop

Lil' Ken in the pen: what's up my nigga?

CMYG: straight Crab killa

I gives a fuck

Glock cock finger on the trigga

West Side Crenshaw Mafia nigga



Why must I be like that?

Why must I kill the Crabs?

Nuthin' but the Blood in me...



[LIL HAWK]

Now as I bail through the muthafuckin' alley and dump

I got the homies on my right, dead Crabs on my left one

Time in middle

But to get to fiddle-faddle

Everytime I left the Mac barrel

No tattle tally will be allowed

Hoes, bitches, punk bitches get knocked the fuck out

On ?? nightly night is the prominent sleeper

4-7 K all day, street sweeper and

I can get rowdy if you want me too

Lil Hawk Red Riding Hood and fuck lil' boy in flue

I thought you knew Damus be

Gettin their banged on and

Crab-ass niggas be

Gettin' they brains on and (yeah)

When will you be like rollin' down C-K Century

You better be down with the muthafuckin' B-O

D Inglewood niggas know where's at, knick

Knack patty wack and all the homies stay strapped

And watch out cabbage for a pack I'm quick to grab my 9 and flex it

Makin' all Crabs to the exit

West Side Rider



Why must I be like that?

Why must I kill the Crabs?

Nuthin' but the Blood in me...



[LIL HAWK]

Split it's on, breakin' bone, Crabs ?? behind me

And when catch 'em slippin' I'ma show no mercy

In this muthafuckin' game Lil' Hawk is the name!

Ain't a damn thang changed, this still Mafia Lane

But hold up

Off a second and

Let's take a pause cause

So many Crabs got shit in their draws and

Let it rain, let it dip, sockin' a Crab in his lip

You bitch-ass niggas don't wanna set trip

With my nigga Lil' Nut

My homie C-K and

This the type of shit that we do everyday

It's the muthafuckin' hood

The wild wild wild west

Inglewood B-O-T-T-O the M to the S

Where E-Law, Boss Hog and E-S

O-G Vinny Bop smokin' chronic even stress

T-Whirl, Mad Eye, Tiny L and even Smiley

Big Bun, Lunch Meat and Kenny Boy Rowdy

Gramps K-B knockin' niggas out

Big Hawk, Lil' Hawk we in the muthafuckin' house

(WOOP WOOP - WOOP WOOP)



Why must I be like that?

Why must I kill the Crabs?

Nuthin' but the Blood in me...



[LIL HAWK]

Boom Bam M Gang

I gots to give it up to

All my real niggas that don't give a fuck

Sportin' off for my homies from the I to the F to G

5 hundred blocks down right in their speak

And don't enter - the center off the muthafuckin' 4

Redrum across the street and all the Crabs gettin' sparked

So niggas - watch your ass if you know what I mean

Especially on the STREET that the Bloods call QUEEN

C-P muthafuckin' F all the way to east side

BLOODSTONE VILLAINS show 'em Crabs what the B like

In the G-ride MAD SWANS dumpin' on the Rickets

5-DUECE PUEBLOS, 9-DEUCE BISHOPS

FRUIT TOWN, 6-DUECE BRIM don't give a fuck

And not Long Bitch but them ROLLIN' 20 BLOODS

B like servin' and swervin'

Like everyday

All the way to the days niggas doin' a C-K

Four menace and a mile YG Lil' Hawkster

DENVER LANES!!

And them Crenshaw muthafuckin' Mafias, nigga



Aaha, it's my nephew

Little-ass boy, WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP WOOP!!



Why must I be like that?

Why must I kill the Crabs?

Nuthin' but the Blood in me...