Something for them active n***as, n***a
That really be hangin' understand? (Woop, fool n***a)
These n***as is locked up, that's really be doin' then we do the bustin'
(West Side Woop Woop)
Y'all n***as don't be bustin', n***a
Hood ornaments, understand (Family Gang, Get 'em Braze, Avenues, Get 'em Braze)
n***a
n***a this is low budget in the game green
Get 'em Braze
It took a n***a 16 months, now I'm back on the streets
I takes a taxi to the hood and to the Swap Meet
I got the penitentiary braids with the string on the tip
I'm headed straight to Mama Shop so I can get whiped
I done got a lil' swoller, fresh curl of the roller
Holdin' about 16 inch, 17 inch ??? curl hangin' to the shoulders
b**hes know the Braze from Denver Lanes that keep them hoes glazed, O-Kay
Crime pays and n***as Braze is proof
Finally got the gold tooth to match the gold Coup (Woop-Woop)
I'm the rider that be drivin' this West Side bucket
I heat 'em up and eat 'em up and tell my homeboy Puncy (Woop-Woop)
Y'all n***as know my name, bang on everything
Drink Hennessy, smoke up weed
Sell quarter P's trying to flip keys
From the 7 to 8 back down to the Duece (Woop Woop)
Inglewood Family Gangstas, we ain't down with no truce
But lettin' loose on these n***as if they want static
And my n***a Vamp come thru bustin' with the Tec-9 automatic
Gangbang fanatic I was addicted to the drama
In and out of jail causin' hell to my mama
Went through trauma when Peanut 1 & 2 got k**ed (Woop Woop)
And I promise when I hit the tilt some Crabs gonna get k**ed
I was once told Blood that all Dawgs go to Heaven
And that on the Four, 8-Block, 9-Duece and 7-7's
And while I was incarcerated I was most hated
And on the bee these Crab n***as knew I couldn't be faded
I finally made it even though I'm all about my chips
When it comes to the real I k**s and set trips
But I just don't give a f*ck this is Green Eyez Deuce
And even though I stay in Crab hood they know Blood rules
Y'all n***as know my name, bang on everything
Drink Hennessy, smoke up weed
Sell quarter P's trying to flip keys
Off Hen' with the devilish grin
It's G'Len, shootin' slugs at skin drawing blood like LBN's (WOOP! WOOP!)
If you don't wanna die n***a don't look my way just
Act like a Crab (yeah) and walk sideways
L'gangin', b**hes swangin, Dickies hangin'
M-L is smooth bailin' WOOP WOOP and straight bangin'
Think twice n***a 'fore you f*ck with meee
West Side S.C. F.R.G
Fig' Rida Gand n***a f*ck whatcha heard
When you hear WOOP WOOP that's our word
Keep the Duece-5 in shoes on my P's & Q's
On Fig' splittin wigs catch me on the evening news
Let me tell my side of this gangster story
Where I'm from: no guts, no glory, it's mandatory
To be down for your set, respect is the key
You can't be no buster bangin' the "P", I'm from Ten-9 street
Not on Fig' but on Crenshaw the infamous A-P gang
You disrespect I break your jaw, f*ck the law
b**hes' Crabs and they dead ones
I bang with n***as in flame belts you know the red ones
And this is for my Dawgs Restin In Heaven
Be-Real and Big Bo... Crab 187
Ah, y'all n***as know my name, bang on everything
Drink Hennessy, smoke up weed
Sell quarter P's trying to flip keys...