[SPIDER]

CRENSHAW MAFIA GANGSTER BLOODS

I'ma claim my hood till I'm buried in mud

To you Crab motherfuckers ain't no stoppin' me

Best be watchin' this

Young G it all time

I'm that lil' nigga that they call the creepy crawler, yes y'all

Y-G Spider from the Mafia

Flowin' and goin' to the top

But I live in the Bottoms

To say I got problems (C-K)

I got 'em

Now let me wreck or check the microphone

I'm a young Dog lookin' for my bone

Roaming strong through the I-N-G

Up Crenshaw with my nigga Bandini

Beamin', flamin', young G's bangin'

The next generation gonna do the same thangin'

If you're in the hood gon' be the first get caught up in the mix

Shaking 'em like dice ?? four leaf (aw shit)

'bout to go first verse done

Hot like the sun and fire like a gun, fool



[LIL' HAWK & SPIDER]

S-P and Lil' Hawk with the flow that so tight

Hittin' you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like

We don't give a fuck, we don't give a shit

Hit you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like



[SPIDER & LIL' HAWK]

10-4 that's the intro on the next verse

I stomp you to the dirt

And make sure it hurt

That'll work

A young G representin' the B

Down with the C-K on C-K Century

Bangin' on the enemies, everybody's a danger

Everybody's stranger, one in the chamber

While I'm servin' and swervin', swoopin' and woopin'

On the O.G. West Side lootin' and shootin'

Scootin', gettin' the fuck outta dodge

And smokin' them Crabs that be the job

Robbin' and stealin'

Killin' and chillin' in the hood

West Westside Inglewood

Motherfuckers sucker lolly

Bitch-made

Who wanna get sprayed like some goddamn braids

Approach this like a ?? trick you die

Another C-M-G West Side C-K Ride

And it ain't over Blood, we still gettin' high

Way up in the sky wut dat Mafia like



[LIL' HAWK & SPIDER]

S-P and Lil' Hawk with the flow that so tight

Hittin' you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like

We don't give a fuck, we don't give a shit

Hit you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like



[LIL' HAWK]

Special guest your request, motherfucker, it's me

With my dog S-P, Lil' Hawk Y-G-B

Two riders that be

Gettin' they bang on

From 1-0-4

Aw, you didn't know? You can't fuck - wit'

Me and my nigga from rappin' and scrappin', my finger's on the trigga

And how in the fuck did you figure you don't wanna be me

The West Side Inglewood B-D-O-G, I got love

For - all my real niggas

All the cap peelers and all the Crab killers

C is for Crenshaw M is for Mafia

L if for Lil' and H is for Hawk

Taking 'em down and I'm breaking 'em down too

C-M-G to the B nigga, I thought you knew, but you

Didn't - so it's assed out when me and S-P in the motherfuckin' house



[LIL' HAWK & SPIDER]

S-P and Lil' Hawk with the flow that so tight

Hittin' you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like

We don't give a fuck, we don't give a shit

Hit you up West Side, wut dat Mafia like..