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 slobs lie dead in the shelf full of 9 lead 17 shots to the face left the snoop dead cause i never slipped fully clipped for the drive by lettin off shots on the crens watchin snoops die for me takin life as how i leave scars no holds barred known to be hard pullin cards leavin snoops charred nots to be fucked with played with or stepped to or tricked by a bitch cause i m killin slob ho s too so pull out your muthafuckin nuts cause it s check 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 point is made clear like crystal fuck a slob and what they live for troll loc with the k in the c p t fuck a b dog you should have been a l o c  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 ho 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 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 c6