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lil hawk – crenshaw mafia lyrics

[excerpts from the movie boyz n the hood]
who’s them n-ggas?
crenshaw mafia motherf-ckers
what set you from?
crenshaw mafia, crenshaw mafia
who’s them n-ggas?
crenshaw mafia motherf-ckers
what set you from?
crenshaw mafia, crenshaw mafia

[lil’ hawk]
one, two, motherf-ckin’ three, n-gga it’s time to bail
it’s that crenshaw mafia gangsta (woop! woop!) time to k!ll
lil’ hawk, s.p., young june from the lanes
red flaggin’, saggin’ and bangin’ like it ain’t no thing

[tiny loc a.k.a spider]
it’s young gangsta s.p.i.d.e.ricket k!ller
on c-k century everybody know me
f-ck the ?? and all they homies this is crenshaw mafia
a 104 street percent even let my ??

[june dawg]
well it’s the j to the u-n
back into the e
i’m sippin’ on some henneby, i’m blastin’ all my enemies
so n-gga please
when you start swingin’ off the b’s
10-4 c.m.g. d-l-b’s and 109th street

[lil’ hawk]
and it’s your number n-gga, the crab k!ller
the crenshaw mafia, steadily breakin’ the crabs i’m sockin’, poppin’
you can’t f-ck with this n-gga
my hood be’s the sh-t
m and the l, l and the m you punk b-i-tch (f-ck crab!)

[june dawg]
well it’s the mack and i’m back on that -ss once more
l’s up to them 10-4 mafiosos
i’m on the creep, i’m straight crawling
young gangsta ballin’
blasting on these rickets now i’m ?? what they be calling

[lil’ hawk]
and even bloods like like crabs so you know i stay strapped
cause crenshaw mafia and denver lanes be like ten and more straps
i got love for the b, it just don’t quit
i’m lil’ hawkster from the mafia kickin’ that gangsta sh-t

[k-low]
blood, from denver lane gangstas
i be givin’ it up
to the whole status
this figueroa’s finest 1-0-9 so when we’ll ridin’ it’s c-k
straight puttin’ it down
that’s on the d the l the g-b y’all
k-low with figueroa and 104th street and brenshaw

[tiny loc a.k.a. spider]
this little n-gga is gettin’ tired of all these f-ckin’ crabs
1-8-7 send them to heaven burn they flue rag
now you mad and you sad
should’ve been a ricket
sit back and be bool ya know ya fools can’t bickin’

[june dawg]
well it’s me, the n-gga june comin’ straight from my hood
with the gat consider me strapped because ?? that how i stood
the capital f-l-ow- that’s what i bust when i flow
i rush a 4.0 from the corner liquor store
i roam in my bone on the west side of los angeles
these rickets can’t handle this cause lanes too skandleous
bree stick him up, young buck is a jack’
but no, they not
never about the strap that i pack

[lil’ hawk]
is a burn? is a flame?
no, blood, it’s me!
c-m-g 1-0-4 when i bail thru the door
i never giving a f-ck, cherry chucks will be on my feet
m and the l once i bail thru these motherf-ckin’ streets
i’m’s no joke, i smoke crabs like i smoke blunts
i put the biggety nuts ??? they -ss ???
and when i exit the hizzouse
n-ggas be hangin’
but only west side crenshaw mafia you n-ggas can’t fade this

[june dawg]
it’s like one to the two and
three and to the four and
i’m makin’ n-ggas knowin’
about figueroain’
i’m showin’
wack mc’s how to jam
the strap’s in my hand now tell me who’s the man
oh yes i can
flip gangsta sh-t every night
b-tch better have my money like my name’s dolomite
now resite
when i grab the mic i’m ’bout to rip it
i threat you like a ricket with no ?? you just can’t bickin’

[lil’ hawk]
ain’t no b-tch
cannot b-tch
f-ck with this
test the hood that i’m from, makes one of ’em to l!ck to d-ck
but b-tch please
it ain’t no need to slang
when i swoop in this candy apple coupe on them thang
slippin’, slide with my n-gga s.p
i to the d-e to the r, ygb
and we do this sh-t like it ain’t no thing
c-k motherf-cker when i bang

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