* [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...  (typed by: nemesi_@libero.it)